Poems

How again else
do
our eyes these
dauntless drops drum of sorrow
...

I have wept now these whole thirty long years
Dating from this very first day of your ever living death
Yours and our dearly beloved son’s
Hoping desperately that it was something really:
...

Joshua
propagates back our ear
down at Gethsemane
to share his ethereal regenerativeness
...

Ash is solemn sobriety
and
a birthlong cultivated contrition
...

(A dedication to my buddies all as we graduate)

To have several consecutive times together
been dipped into the crocodile’s mouth
...

Only Joshua's
incorporeal bowels
can
consume
...

You have only to ponder
that of all that immense number in the motley crowd
straining and shoving
purely at the peril of some soldierly whip
...

Joshua says to be still
and know that he is god
only there's no knowing
as always with him
...

A woman's bosom's precipitous softness
you are inveigled into
is a suspect phenomenon
you do not know
...

Perhaps art
is only a tender attempt
in a moment of visceral audacity -
no more than a prenatally lame child's leaping
...