Wednesday, February 1, 2012
Ticket Please
You’re life is worth
ten thousand poems
mulled with cardamon,
cinnamon and clove
scenting this long
train ride from
Ottawa to Vancouver.
Foursome
The coyotes took
the first round
this morning.
Ignoring rules
they played tag
on the greens.
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
St. Peter’s Reward
...and there is
Peter manning
the gate,
never permitted to
join in.
Within my head
I’d like to be a bird
singing
only
when it has
something to say.
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Holding Hands 2
His pants cuffed up grazed rippled glass
her skirt teased the waters edge.
Their calves cooled in the shallows,
while bees were lured
up the tulip poplar’s blouse.
Holding hands
The desert marigold
holds nothing back!
I was there
Kiss, kiss.
I was there with each
inquisition.
I was the witch, monarch,
priest.
I was the guy under the hood
with
a freshly ground gleaming axe
aiming
to lift myself & the infidels
closer
to that bastard
St. Peter
at
his pearly gated
hell.
Older Posts
Home
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)