In Clark County, Washington – Oregon with a sales tax – the measles are back like jazz standards.
The pistol shakes in the sheriff’s right hand when he hauls me in for trespassing. O father, I have never seen your face.
Listen: nobody photographs the moss-smothered trees in the swamps of Florida, not when traffic’s gridlocked on the bridge and the tour of the Spanish monastery starts in an hour.
O sleepless wives of Mount Sinai, do you fear your dangerous proximity to the sun? The last strip mall in Kansas closes down with little fanfare, and this October night’s unseasonal heat touches me deeply.
What If Martin Luther King Could Do It
I know it’s unfathomable to see
after the way we’ve anointed him
patron saint of peace
prophet of nonviolence
priest of martyrs sitting
at the right hand of Jesus
A Theory of Forgiveness
Orange [a president...
…and now a vice-president
who just got the taste of segregation
out of his mouth after fifty years
sweeps through South Carolina
with Clyburn at his right hand
My Two Cents
Here is a grain of salt, a pocket full of posies, ashes,
crumbs for retracing our steps...
My Mother Tries to Teach Me About Cars
If a man pulls up next to you in his car
pants unzipped and hand jouncing,
fly like a bird in the other direction.
Haze knows about slapping tables, a practiced slapping. Some nights,
if need be, she backhands all the serpents gathered around her, hissing...
Princess Di looked best in bicycle shorts,
carnations are to prom as shame is to sex, &
everything tastes better with garlic.