Tuesday, November 22


convictions force restrictions
when convicted muddles diction
always looming, fast ballooning
into languid, listless friction
mordant morsels, twisted torsos
winding up and down and more so
what you think, you say--you know your way
no patience for the bores, so
if the hour comes for outcomes
and your out becomes your income
while the dreamers doze and daze
men rise to power, madness beckons
hear the schemers blow out steam
the clearest fears elicit screams, be-
cause the demagogue will catalogue
the runniest sunbeam and though
you sleep through all the funny and
you sweep aside the money what
you'll get will never stop so
do you prop up silent sweatshops
yield your voice to toothy pop-ups
what made sense will quickly flip flop
leaving nothing left to say.

Wednesday, September 21

This House Welcomes

This house welcomes wanderers
Oblong doors turn in
Whisper, whoosh within
Movement mannequin
Lost hope, last love, ruin

This house welcomes wonderers
So this mischief make
So the stairways take
So the dim define
So the grim unwind

And this house welcomes
Paper birds and broken tins
This house welcomes
Welcomes in
Houses grin till hell comes, hell comes
Salutations, welcome, welcome
Come right in it beckons seldom
Jealous bedlam, skin unwelcome
Sinews, shells, and skulls to hell come
Be its guest, the rest pell-mell come
Down through halls and walls the rest come
Claws and maws and gaping jaws--
This house--this house!--it wants you raw

Thursday, April 7


lighted lady, eyes undone, oracular spectacular
lashes shading, tried to run, feathered in your scapular

your yawning wings, beata lux, your whitest cloth so fine
your gilded form, your curse so warm, conviction ever thine

the falcon’s form in serpent green a radiant, emerald jewel
the malleable dreams of sainted souls turn hearts to kind from cruel

most cherished clarity, benevolent charity, chose to veil your sight
the vision of an earthly world abhorred and turned to night

now blood in radiant array adorns the snowy skin
the orbs of lucid Lucy with her palms are one-fourth in

Wednesday, April 6

Herod's Daughter

Herod’s daughter moves as water
told to dance to glance to pry
melting quarrels viscous morals
who’s to blame for such a lie?

young and charming made alarming
crime though this time was not hers
heads on platters teeth a-chatter
swooning girl they used you sure.

and round and round and round and round
the placid rolling eyes inflate
the guilty quick asseverate
twas hers not ours no not our hate
and yet no stratagems equate
a misused girl a prophet late
the gnashing heads of men confound.

Saturday, April 2

Candy Man


These pleasures stain the glass of a past
Past recognition; trespassing whims
of petty peevish things

We weep, wring hands crinkled with
Lost cares, the clandestine
Candy man who sprinkled

Sugar on our starlight,
Contoured every craving,
Murmured every raving,
Purred into our dark nights

Lasted through the pearling passes
Of all things sweet,
To see the candy man once more