Herod on his heels
and a cold desert wind.
What a dream won’t bring.
SAID OF MARY AT MASS
She knew no more than we.
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Dropkicked football
No, it didn’t work out.
But fear not, love,
you’ll know again
the eager reception,
the clutching and grabbing
and skirmish for possession.
A cloud with any pride
wouldn’t drag his ass.
He’d fly high and tight
and swift in the sun.
On you I lean
On you I lean
O gas-o-line.
We ran out together once,
remember?
Just out of town,
the road stretching before us.
I never saw it coming,
your vanishing
and pulling up later
in another man’s car.
In the driver’s seat
We steer by looking back.
What we weave
at the station
with our swerving,
intersecting lines
It
It will be over
before you know it
Agua caliente, or she’s gone global
Ice
water
steam
Hot damn!
Trusted rusted busted
Crux of the problem:
your so-so soteriology
The Poet Cloaks the Dagger
Did he say what I think he said?
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