I breathe to make
you terribly tender and absolutely tasty as hell.

I always feel like a crashing bike. Like a shark attack. That arthritic
woman told me about when fish turned on her in the Mediterranean.
Motherfuckers tried to eat me!

Today a rainstorm replete
with wind as brisk as politics.
Histrionic trees will flail
and shed their excess baggage,
Perhaps electric power will fail
and I’ll have to stoke the generator.

It made her smile knowing that she did a fine job at sticking me with the needle, being a pro that she was, and it probably didn’t hurt that I had large veins

I love Jesus though we’ve never met, I wonder if He’d say the same about me but at Sunday School I’m told that He knows all about me or at least more than I do about Him

I followed that trail
of hogs’ blood to your front door
and never looked back.

it
seeps active
lumbar fluids
into my days
colorless it
presents an
asymptomatic
condition

“You can’t undo my pain,” the lady would say,
“but let me undo your pin.”
And then her hair would explode like a supernova.

He loved football, and the Bills
were his favorite team,
another way of saying
he was angry most of his life

You speak for all of us,
the sad little birds
in brief triumph
over gravity
discovering the bright desolation
we so dislike
and love
in one another