He made it all too phony about affection,
made it all too creepy about using women,
made it all too Don Juan about his alleged amours,
all too evident he was twisted and all
too dull when anyone interrupted him by
so little as a word,
Month: December 2021
Head Wounds
Each thin line of fresh blood on my forehead
is an insignia of age
I claim,
my genetic baldness, ambushed and bled
stanched by paper scrap or band aid
no shame.
William Soutar’s Room
Because they love him and want him to live
and know in their hearts he will leave this room
by neither window nor door, they have ordained
that the lintel that has been always there
Yes, In The Beginning
Long before the goats there was a shadow,
a breath, yes in the beginning a breath
sifted light from dark, washed the dust
with rain, drew a sun in a big round sky.
Made clay.