Bugs unlike birds
do not flee my
innocent
port and shutter
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I have troubled much
I have troubled much
with death, have trod
with feet bigger
than all my life combined.
Stay me, Lord!
Hold me here to
pray like a tree.
Is it only the brain that we rack?
The heart could use some
racking as well
You get to where anything could be a poem
Fries
decaf
Apple Bandit
Getting real
Wasn’t the dividing line between
sea and sky, the endless horizon,
an image of the Trinity and of the
divine “economy” – laughing self-giving
in a game of rain and evaporation?
This question did not seem to be
chief on people’s minds.
I looked again. And then
left love for love and asked what was.
And Coke I did provide.
Reluctance
Not a leaf but one
has turned. Nor shall I.
I’ve quit the branch before.
The trail of could-have-beens
Leads nowhere, but
what a sexy trail it is!
A brief lesson in American jurisprudence
“Restored to competence” means
drugged into docility to
know and pay for what
you never really knew you did
Credo redux
I believe in the almighty father, mad and in jail,
And in “the savior,” his son, who foots him no bail,
And in tatters, their life, tumbling in the wind,
And in peace in the end for all who have sinned!
Please, my heart
Please, my heart
a cozy house,
not this windblown sand
