Thursday, July 12, 2018

Lady Liberty

Lady Liberty,
come down
like Moses
from the mountain
and trade your torch and tablet
for a baby on your hip.
His tiny slip of a mama
left two dead kids
in Guatemala
a thousand miles behind her -
for this?

In cages and detention,
Lady Liberty,
can you see them,
beggars for asylum,
for the least that we can give -
the tired and huddled masses
need you now,
New Colossus;
come down
like Moses
and remind America
who she is.

Wednesday, June 27, 2018


Death throws a lousy party -
every revelry the same.
Dim lights, dirges, and flat drinks;
black dresses, wilted bouquets.

Cold, lifeless bones in a coffin.
Cold cuts and cheese on a tray.
Death throws a lousy party,
but we're all his guests anyway.

Thursday, June 21, 2018

A Babble

Thick with green leaves,
the pear tree's a babble
of mockingbirds, robins,
wrens, blue jays, and grackle!

Tuesday, June 19, 2018


You once were a cloudburst -
no commas or breath.
Your professions of love
left me wrung out, but wet.
Now your Sappho is silenced
and the best that I get
is a peck
on the cheek -
Love ya, later.

Wednesday, June 13, 2018

It's Lust That Lays You Down

scratching and grasping at the headboard,
kicking grandma's quilt to the floor, and
untucking the sheets.

Then, after, laughs at the floral
the mattress leaves.

Lust is in the body,
of the body,
and out of your head.

It's lust that lays you down;
makes the bed.

For Midweek Motif~Lust at Poets United

Sunday, June 10, 2018


We mated,
plaited our hair,
and painted the cave walls eggshell white.

Stars rose,
did stints in rehab.

We constructed fine cathedrals
to house our candles -
let there be light!

we pine
for authentic dark.

Wednesday, May 30, 2018

You Are Beautiful

For six days there's been a boy
a delicious man/boy standing
on the sidewalk at the fuckiest corner
of my early morning commute.
He has a headful of thick, dissident curls.
His legs and arms are finely
muscled. Across his chest,  he holds
a big hand lettered sign:
Drivers honk as traffic crawls
through the intersection.  I honk, too.
I wonder who he is and why he is.
I wonder if he'll be there tomorrow.
If he is, I might stop this car forever
and give him my face.