Father's Day

Dougal is not a friendly dog.

He might take food from your hand tenderly and yet he'll think twice about having your hand as well.

Sell / Sold

I can see how you won't sell in our town.

I can see how they sit you on a shelf in our town.

I can see how you will gather dust in our town.

I can see how you won't sell in our town.

Rabble Rousers!!!!!!!

To New Beginnings

my new superhero is the only one left that's strong

more than love in his gangly little arms

hope boundless as horizon and sea

the timeline of growth is melancholy and free

superhero ease me

into the love of loves.

Sun Prayer

it's hard to concentrate on a moving sock of prayers.

the english language in bandages pent up and grasping for a dawn breath.

dawn like the leveling of its natural masters into a single bursting stream.

this pigeon modernity finding respite in a leaflet of altar dreams.

woozy and squeamish the haze of miracles creeps into oblivion's shoes.

walk tenderly amongst the streamline of coarsened hair, unwashed over the years.

blurry incantation need not a sunset to cease the lonely psalms from washing over mouths.

with a million points of light illuminating the bandaged ritual,

we begin to grow in dust.

Sun Prayer - Lonely Psalms For a Million Points of Light

Shoes to Suit to Water to Bathe

he is a fool, can't follow in red suit

shoddy shuddering maverick

with no doubt but all of it shoved by spoonful

out of the bosom pocket comes a leveler

a shout of reckoning

to kneel at same height, same width

the challenge comes from a fortress of tongue

breathing mindless and stacking insult on insult

they go at it without blow

the sour heat rising from cramped knuckles

they are willing to do battle

but they cough up in the must

crackle in water

the clapping of waves that do not overflow the tub

do not sit well with the combatants

they will not know cleanup

desire to mend is not an option

he feels the ends spit out of his hands

no following in splendid attire

just mouth and a stalemate

the glory of solace

earmarked in a locked box

forever untouched

by the stingy fling of endless word.