Poems

Tidbit

The county fair is looking for

Little Misses and Misters for 

The Pageant!


In a land where child sex

crimes run rampant.


Then, on the weekend,

they bask in sacrament,

all dressed in white in

some revivalist tent

 

 

Poems

Dead Tree Song

Singed thricefold:
times of peace, and
once, of war.

Bugs as scales replaced
strong bark,
thus confidence was stripped.

Most children are frightened
and the ones that visit
do so only to crack,
fracture, destroy what limbs 
gravity kindly left

The ants carry away
dead slivers
while the rest wait 
for fungal company

Moonlight shoots through
serrated gaps of dead life:

   a spotlight on the dead tree's
             song.