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A Charm Against The Language Of Politics

That Lazy Old Alligator Mr. Time

Incontinent

Grand Canyon

Selected Poems

Tonight the trees bend over like broken / old women picking up their husbands’ / empty whiskey bottles.

— from “Drunk Again, I Stumble Home On Euclid And Cut Across Thornden Park Baseball Field”

She Said, Can’t We Just Be Friends?

After a week of sleeplessness / he dozed off at last / in the hammock and was / awakened by the sound of dead leaves / dancing.

Blood At Solstice

A little death or at least no possibility / of birth, it gives up on you the way / your mother did.

My Savior Jesus

Not Jesus on the cross / but Jesus the boy / by himself, shivering, gazing into the water, / his hand cupping his scrotum, / the puzzling extra organ / attached outside his body. / I could believe in this Jesus.

Hard Bargain

Two head masks from West Africa, / helmets of rough wood, / hang on my study wall.

Bugs In A Bowl