No Right to Turn
To tattle tale on spies is most unwise. They’ll boil you in contempt and baste with lies. Though vigilance defines a freedom lover, they’ll put you in the ground and call it cover. Their evil … Read more
To tattle tale on spies is most unwise. They’ll boil you in contempt and baste with lies. Though vigilance defines a freedom lover, they’ll put you in the ground and call it cover. Their evil … Read more
Gigantic youth. Ruler of the jungle gym. Chewing crayons like pez. Unearthing the sandbox. Grown to colossal teen. Eating the phone book. Pimples like doughnuts. Squashing the school bus. Redistributing. Redecorating. Head of the class. … Read more
I’m going to buy some chickens down in Chinatown. On Kneeland Street, you hear them bleat, their entrails on the ground. They’re disemboweled daily. The pigeons have a feast. It seems an end, alas, my … Read more
We love your work. But it hurts our eyes. Though the meaning is clear, all the words are fuzzy. It starts out on a high note but never ends. Though it’s perfect for this time, … Read more
The cows have overrun the field, making the carrots juice. A band of gypsies in the trees have cut the apples loose. And morning finds the farmer in the dirt down on his knees. He’s … Read more
I’ve never seen so many big red noses. Or people stepping on each other’s feet. The air smells of face paint and rubber hoses. It seems there’s naught but bozos on the street. And as … Read more
We met in the lower register. My wings set her hair on fire. We agreed upon a moon and put it in writing. The heavy type was used to build our dream house. A first … Read more
How soon before the pumpkins rot. And leave behind the orange dot. The viscous game, decomposition. Sunrise as life’s last musician. Aswoon, the fallow season drops. The moons lined up like lollypops.
Beside the bassinet, she’ll light her cigarette. The babies in her care have smoke rings in their hair. Sometimes near diaper rashes, you’ll even find her ashes. And baby’s first words often are simply, "please … Read more
Abstract addition. Subversive subtraction. Rabid multiplication. Joy division. Golly geometry. Southern calculus. Recession. Principal’s officer. Superintendent hero. School board stiff. Busdriver ed. Monkey bars and grills. Chalkboard outlines. Hot lunch date. Hall Monitor and Merrimac. … Read more
Horizon gone blank. Soap pond, floating. Forty billion mutilated filters. Haiku heaven has shortened us, pulled us with extravagant blurbs toward ruffled outskirts we poach and penetrate. O, exchequer of ecstasy, blue dot neophyte, Elvis … Read more
He slapped the smile off the face of the etiquette boy. And batted his batting eyelashes. His "Pardon me, sir" was more like a slur and always resulted in clashes. He even learned how executing … Read more
In breaking the bone of the beak, so to speak, we’re changing the shape of a life in a week. Unwrapping the bandages, please take a peek, and if you don’t like what you see, … Read more
The state has assumed full control of my life, despite all my better intentions. They monitor me through computers, you see, and other more subtle inventions. The cable t.v. is looking at me, it’s one … Read more
She takes her picture once a week in that old photo booth. She once fell down outside of Sears and chipped a baby tooth. She buys her jeans and magazines and cigarettes all there. At … Read more
Tap our phones and cramp our styles. Lock us up without fair trials. Check our luggage for nail files. We will not be cowed. Keep tabs on library books. Categorize us by looks. Sometimes kings … Read more
“God always comes in through the side door if he bothers to show up at all ,” said the tired old grey haired bartender, one day late December, after a mild fall. “He sits on … Read more
The ghost of mediocrity is out bowling for dollars. Ten pins, he wins, the counter spins, he flies around and hollers. The game is just a sidelight. He should really be asleep. But smashing wood … Read more
The righteous will die with the damned, a puzzle all over the land. The pieces are covered with blood. We’re working our way to the flood. The troops are well-meaning, of course, a brave and … Read more
My love for the Queen is out of check. Want to storm her castle like a knight. Call the bishop, I am sweet love’s pawn. King me in the palace of romance.