Now that the dots have flown the dice,
you’d say my odds are even.
But they’re not really gone,
they just walked in –
to the leopard’s back they’re cleavin’!
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You come unbeckoned
Sunlight spilling
warming the room
what clouds there were
miles to the west
Delicious horrifics
(I’m naming names. There’s no
other way to get a conviction.)
I went from sunshine to a purple forest.
To loves undeep and loves untrue.
A chilly destiny!
Ruined digits, waxy eye,
leafy stone, milky thigh –
Alpha, Beta, Gamma, Sue –
violent loves in a violet
violet hue
Yes, this is that road
The funny thing (who’s laughing?)
is how many wrong turns it takes
(and in the right order)
to weep the same way every time
God wants to get involved
And tip my bushel
basket again
A heart for the game*
Let’s not tell a boy now
he can’t play ball.
Not at twelve, or ever,
not when he loves it as he does.
Don’t spring on him a tricky valve,
slamming shut his play
today and plan for tomorrow.
Don’t take his heart, Lord,
when his heart is for the game.
*For Bas, who got some bad news.
Alert buzzards of yesteryear
Alert buzzards of yesteryear
have come to claim what they left,
but again I stand
to shoo them away.
The water’s on for a pot of tea.
Scarecrow drinks while birdies get gone.
I’d like to go down to where the day went
To see what one does
when not a day.
Maybe there’s something he needs.
Can I be of some assistance?
No, we’re fine here:
we love the mist
of shiftless play.
I have swum in worlds and seen no people
But hints of fish did keep me there.
I felt their passing left and right,
‘lusive loves in starfish night.
The track died
In a field of cement
but the train,
who loved where it lied,
was heaven-sent
to see as he went
his wheels of steel turned to rubber
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