so sweeps your hand
across the sheet
to meet the beat in me
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The Lord God sad
Stretched out and worried
Have you seen the red light
atop the antenna
atop the tower
flashing in the dark?
In loco parentis
Something has swamped and stumped
the growth of that child,
and I am sick at the thought of it.
Return of the many whiskers
everyday with their chance anew –
dreams of getting there –
ballsy, pretentious –
A bird flew through
the mind of Christ
and came in search of me.
I ducked in my hole
and peeked through the sticks
to see if he could see.
If you let the mind go
It becomes a sea to sail on
Paul’s plaint
I have a bitter spot,
a little burn lodged
in my side
still smoking
That microfiber we call sanity
Should a fly alight
and rest there awhile,
then we might know
how fine a fiber it is.
We joined our life in June
You opened the gate.
I brought the first box.
You unpacked.
I cut the grass.
Together we plucked and weeded.
That was it,
the all of it:
soil and grass,
new pine and new paint.
Did anything ever
smell so fresh?
