/Death/

death and i have a truce.
no more fear/love.
what is there to fear?
/pain/ courses through me every day.
/loss/ encases my heart in scar tissue.
/unknown/ reckonings with the
/eternal/ have already brought me to my
knees.
what is there to love?
/release/ comes with a lover's climax.
/peace/ stills my heart at each sunrise.
/unknown/ joys in the love of the
/eternal/ have already brought me to my
knees.
our score is even, death.
walk with me now as an old friend.

[Insert Police Department]

they baptize the asphalt with
blood,
and wash away their sins with
sprinklers
on the golf course.
holy trinity
bang
        bang
                bang
another pavement christened
sanctimonious black & red.
"justified by faith,"
they say to the jury,
fresh off the
putting green,
and find forgiveness.
"rules are different
for the clergy,"
they tell the mothers.
best start wiping away the
black & red.

Grey Hair

i greet my grey hair with a smile.
finally:
the wisdom
i know
is inside
pokes through my skin,
strong and wiry,
bursting with light.

The Madness Shared By Two

let's fall in love!
the long
      hung
      lover's
      noose
waiting in the darkened s
                                        t
                                          a
                                            i
                                              r
                                                well
the madness shared by two
to see paradise
at the  e   n   d-----of---a-----r  o  p  e.

If a Tree Falls

little do they know
how the heart
behaves
when no one
else
is at home

Sacrum/Profanum

keep your          sex toys    next to your      bible
so you don't      forget
to find the         holy           in the               profane
and the             profane
in the                                                          holy

Ode to the Tomato

The summer sun is red
and ripe for the picking.
Humidity hangs its
veil
between the trees
buzzing with cicadas.
Lush and tumbling,
the garden
spills
from the earth.
Amidst the greens and golds,
the juicy beating heart
of July
hangs from the vine.

Lifeblood of the kitchen,
sacrificed with
seedy grace,
the tomato
blesses our plates.
The summer sun
shines its benevolent
flavor
upon our table laden
with harvest.
Eat, drink, and be merry;
for tomorrow brings
frozen marinara.