On a tree
flipped the earth
and flung the sea.
His waves in space
are coursing still.
They have a lot of
time to kill.
On a tree
flipped the earth
and flung the sea.
His waves in space
are coursing still.
They have a lot of
time to kill.
The light ghost came sailing
Takes some getting used to
Unhook it.
Put it in your basket.
Clean it, cook it.
And dread the day
it works its wonder.
From this slow, slow vertigo
Free it from the can, please.
Stop mashing the albacore.
My hunger for You
O Elijah, where have you gone?
Well, no, a man
at church.
He held his baby boy
close to his chest,
and his daughter followed.
Oh that baby, I know,
he’ll light up and
strike out,
and dad’ll be pissed,
and when the sword is slashing
there’s cutting all around.
But through it all
there’s this:
the embrace,
and the watching eye
of the girl.