Sonny Rainshine Poems

I was about 11 or 12 then.
She and I were sitting in the living room,
not the den. Maybe that had something
to do with it.
...

Around your neck,
you wear the burden of self-aggrandizement
and your pockets are stuffed
with platitudes and lies.
...

Why does everything have to be
subscripted for you? Taken
to the nth power, multiplied,
then divided among your admirers—
...

A single particle of misunderstanding,
One degree of uncharitable accusation,
a discharge of corruption,
an emission of malice
...

Son, his father says,
why do you stare at the stars?
How can something millions
of miles away be of any use
...

A young hawk surveys
the mise-en-scene
from a fence post.
Post-prandial, quarry
...

I’m looking for
red clover.

It used to grow
...

In her frilly lavender or blue fancy-crown
with a luna-moth green star
sequestered inside, passiflora incarnata
trails majestically in the grass.
...

“The latest statement in beauty is Warts! ”
the female celebrity asserted,
as the camera panned in on her face
to showcase two strategically placed
...

You gotta hand it to ‘em.
They are the masters of persuasion.
They’ve convinced us all,
yes, even me,
...