From the 2020 Collection "War Bread"
That one more, chasing the dragon, carrot dangling,
I know people see him and think, “Gee, that’s crazy.” Which makes it embarrassing to see him
I gave way to Love and felt some marked change in psyche something difficult to speak about
It’s good here decapitate me here this moment perfect astounding unknowing faith in God not necessary
Mojave Desert crushed cars stacked six, seven, ten tall. From the junkyard juts a billboard:
It occurs to me now that no one hears my song. Still young, I am discarded. I don’t anticipate being surprised at my aloneness in old age.
Ancient meadow preadolescence, burgeoning and righteous never-ending dimension first sighted past your fingertips… is stolen by ambition,
I still know what it is to dance, I won’t discount romance, and if I like how it looks, I’ll eat it or wear it
Incense thick with a scent that is true and a bit soiled and dense so dense I lift
What is your idea of placid? How about a mountain campground? Yes, but here in the midst is a querulous brain a competitive heart
The choir of the saints is heartle… They’ve parried happiness a lifeti… seeking only the old earth, the marsh of the meek— where earnest suffering
So many things I don’t really care about the mail comes you know it isn’t easy to show that I care
There in the mast of the sailboat one of the many slumbering next to the spit There by the lowered sail
(1) Under an open window I gaze out until the wonder is gon… Having run out of questions I fal… but perk up when a stray cat appea…
As a child I saw the meaning in n… I beheld the color code. I would dream of my bed whirling, I would feel my bed spinning. To take a birth here is a hard fal…