Second Coming

It starts with mist rising from the stamped down dust the bare earth sings in cracks and dried up creek beds; sun bleaching the last life out of their massive stones I love the way you say “cor — por — re — uhl”  when our bodies take shape, it’s between the Hardee’s and the

Give Me a Break… I’m Really Sincere

Gladioli cut curbside crop lines Compulsion, revulsion, grassy submission Plucking familiarity in silence, stalks of pink Ivy sprig of white tendrils: anxious to please  Maiden chasms,  I swear I saw a salmon  Resentment, anger, your presence soothes me Egotism, formality, stay as sweet as you are Deception, gracious lady, will you dance with me? Amongst