Ron Willis Poems

Ceramic Jesus shatters on the hardwood floor,
no one is saving me on this brilliant afternoon.
Heat shimmers like horses galloping across an Oklahoma blacktop,
exhaust from a Greyhound bus settles in the air, and the light
...

The old man
said he knew nothing
about poetry,
but he'd seen
...

Last Thursday morning
sleeping late
on the cover of a magazine
Muriel kissed a girl
...

i watch
the revolution
on the evening
news,
...

I will be old
and in my favorite chair,
the way old people so often are,
and you will say,
...

god won't rain
when i need her to,
no place to hide a tear
on a saturday afternoon
...

collected

pictures of pieces of you mixed
with an empty room, crisp white sheets,
...