Where am I?
I have tried to prop it open
1, 2, 3
This set of three poems was prompted by the untimely death of a young mother. May she rest in peace and may her family know the consolation of a loving (the living) God.
1. SHE IS SCHOOLED IN THE HARDER MYSTERIES-
in the grammar of disappointment
and math of endless days.
2. WHAT IS SPENT
to prevent
the one final flare-out?
3. SUICIDE FLOWERS
Wouldn’t they make you sick,
your mother gone
and these instead,
pert with the pollen of dropsy?
What was it exactly
We are like the cat
And he is like Pepé Le Pew
Tree hugger
What lay ahead, what lay behind
They said it couldn’t be done
It’s cold, cold
in the cosmos
but we can warm ourselves
by this synaptic fire
and hope for a bigger one
blazing






