Verses on a Plague Night Walk

When the sodium lights first come on Those are the moments  Those moments of departed daylight Departed vision  Those adolescent moments of endless Possibility . Each footstep a promise to the future Each breath an assurance of its promise to me . Tonight we walked the twenty-something streets  In those adolescent moments Senses awakening to… Continue reading Verses on a Plague Night Walk

Happy Thanksgiving, Grand Marshal Andrew Jackson

King Mob on the Meridian claimingthis land is ours in the affirmative mode which animates eventhe Communists here the three-pounds of flax who wax zen on the temple mounds of the erased  Shuck oysters and weave thefolksonomy of despair from threads golden likethe ever yellow afterglow over the bay belowyou sing of this place like you own it,… Continue reading Happy Thanksgiving, Grand Marshal Andrew Jackson