Blank Verse Essay On The Futility of So-Called "A.I." Art
My husband, sometimes, draws erotica, He has for years. I'm sure you know the kind, A tiger man and husky man, perhaps, Or handsome fox and manly-smug raccoon, Or fatherly but dangerous wolf, in all The situations that might give excuse For them...
Sing In Me, Holy One, and Through Me
As far as Bethany Smith was concerned, the Oregon Trail could go and fuck itself. Probably it'd go to Oregon to do that. That was where it seemed to be determined to get to, God knows why, but she wasn't particular: the trail could fuck itself anywhere...
Haiku on the Collapse
Fiddling while Rome burns, If a fiddle's all you have, Is hardly a sin.
We Regret to Inform You of a Funeral Cancellation
Well a couple mourners gathered, and a bunch more came to stare. Course all the casual killers came, who'd left him lying there. They bought a discount casket and a requiem was said For the funeral was scheduled, for burying the dead. Well the...
Wedding Speech for Khaki
Well, it may not be for me to try to speak about your wedding, Beyond 'congratulations,' or some mildly sexy teasing. And it may not be the ragnarok it might be for some people (I'll not name them but to say June once was theirs and is no...
The Ballad of Terry Chaplet
Miss Chaplet wandered down the winding path of Memorial Park, lingering by each knot of conversation long enough to get the gist of the current story. If anyone had been watching, they'd maybe describe her as looking at each like camp like someone...
Break the Circle
I went walking by the harbor As the day went down to dark. I went searching through my sorrows For a place to rest my heart. Will the circle be unbroken By and by? By and by? Is a better home awaiting In the sky, Lord, in the sky? There...
The Sun's Funeral
The iron of the road was grey And greyer was the sky. The sun showed not a single ray, So damned the way and damned the day That Gawain went to die. I was late to the wedding. Twas whose I barely knew; They had asked me out of kindness, as...
Colony Collapse Disorder
I hunted with the children of the sun Who hunt the liquid gold. I saw them turn, Like furnace sparks made flesh, to rise and run As swift as their sun's rays that ever burn, To take pursuit again. I saw their stores Stuffed but to bursting...
Ballade on Leavetaking
I saw a hilltop, years ago Half-toppled with continuous gust, And every time that breeze would blow- This is not boring you, I trust- The grass reached up in wanderlust For where the wind and I would track. My shoes still smell of that...
Haunted Ballade
Where is the home that once I knew, that stood Deep in the meadow drifts, encircled nigh With tender orchard groves, then emerald woods That slumbered as the summer clouds slipped by? Beneath the twisted briars those meadows lie. The fallow...
Ballade Against Cheesemongery
The grocer's, for $6.95 per pound Harvarti sells, in blocks of creamy beige Bespeckled with unthinkables (well ground Or crushed) like nuts, or wine, or sage And rosemary. At this I briefly rage Then pass it o'er for cheap varieties My...