What we found
was a heart on the ground
outside the organ store.
Appallingly pink,
but emitting no stink,
it was squishy but firm,
and beating no more.
It didn’t look broken
or aching or frozen.
It didn’t look restless
or cheatin’ or blue.
We poked some inside it,
but couldn’t abide it.
And then we decided
this pure heart was true.
So we left it behind,
hoping someone would find
a replaceable part
for a heartless restart.
S&H and B&O
a.m. p.m. GTO
CIA RCMP
i.e. LSMFT
fm FBI tv
e.g. RCA GE
SPCA iud
NATO blt
USAF KKK
rbi NASA
MA DA PHD
YMCA GOP
ACLU lsd
M&M and J&B
He doffs his own abysmal light
in petty streets of thieves.
He passes by a horse
wrapped in pure velvet.
He scrapes his nail on carriages
that may be made of gold,
and everywhere, in doors,
old men with helmets.
The days are fading in and out,
the air, the crippled leaves,
and everything alive is moving slowly
toward places where the body disappears,
the eye perceives,
the shadows here are somewhat less than holy.
This infatuation
needs examination.
A preference for guns
amongst the thousand funs
indicates a flaw,
even for the law.
Take the rod God gave you.
Bullets cannot save you.
The lizard we beheaded once was wedded.
I must say I prefer iguana breaded.
Of all the monsters, I prefer the gila,
grilled and marinated in tequila.
O, dirty gray-brown scaled dinosaur cousin,
I’m just glad that the noise you make’s not buzzin’.
