Poem #117 Backwards See

Believe in me out drinking

Backwards see Two in the bush

The Whatness of our whoness

Bird in the hand flattening

Sirens the voice of god

With a handgun

Poem #116 Friction Required

Kick like amen

Kiss like a plague

Lie like someone mean and measured

Live like ends and multitude

Everything else a cavity of details

Drawn into life with a

wail, clip, and clasp,

only to  shudder, dwindle and die. 

Poem #113 certain miserable days

I once promised myself

That is not now likely to happen

I can see only the window

Capital, some people will tell you

It would be divided equally

Generation after generation

Let us take up obscure cases.

I can feel certain miserable days

Going over to sit inhabited good shots

Traditions for irregulars

Black leather walked with the old days

Entered their mess, possession of the

White heart races

Never told the burdensome of necessity

Dull his hearts passion with jealously

Clearly gallant captain hate

On the verge of wishing ways

Shocked silence –

A blackguarded to self-respect

It is the kind of screw

introduced by

turning

Into the world

Poem #103 Jan 20, 2017

Atom unsplitable

Hiroshima, Nagasaki

A life once lived

Shattering.