I die for death
I die for death has comforted me.
She has spread her blanket and lain sad beside me,
and looked wide-eyed, and waited.
Topeka
And so I left those troubles
like a gray bitter snowstorm,
spinning but then
digging and gaining traction,
passing slowly through the drifts and pelting
(headlights full of the past),
driving knowing if I drove far enough
there’d be an end to it,
the white line again,
daylight
and a first inkling of why
Walk in the woods
Light can be rich like butter
Light can be rich like butter –
and whiskey, too, like toffee.
When it is you’ll see, everything you see
is everything warm and smooth.
Christmas Canticle
Trucks will head home for the
holidays, and wreaths will have
arrived to adorn doors
and spin like the sun at Fatima.
For those who would pass through
the hoop and the door, the tree awaits,
hoisting its star, a princely, tinsely
medal for the savior.
Eve of the eve of Christmas Eve
A sower went out to sow some seed
Rocks and thorns got wind of it,
the city council,
the zoning commission –
everyone up in arms.
Who was this man,
and what would come
of what he’d sow?
Jungian to the Manichee over nuts and cocktails
Two wrongs don’t make a right,
but two negatives
do make a positive.
Go figure.
Walk in the light,
but God also made the night,
so yeah, Hello?!
We’ve got to get back to the Garden,
but can’t because history is linear.
Great!
I’m gonna put it all in a bag and shake it,
and see what comes out.
Prob’ly a calico cat.
In the West
In the West
there’s lots of the rest
but only so much
water
Utrecht Journal 