concurrent moments…

a child’s
body
effloresces
miles
from the nearest
oasis
no
sounds but the wind
and
dry sand
obscuring
the body
in
land
destroyed
by man
making it
a child’s grave yard
a drink
tasted
was sent back
with
appropriate
angry looks
of
utter disgust
since
it was
obvious
the martini
had
far
too much
vermouth
making it
undrinkable

united sleepy hollows…

having seen
washington’s
headless horseman
the blind bag prophet
said to me
i ain’t saying
griffin’s photo
wasn’t in bad taste
hell
i didn’t like
the monkey version
of
obama
nor
the one with
hillary
bursting
from his chest
so
anytime
one stoops
to the level
of those
talked about
one becomes
the monster
but
the fact is
political cartoons
are generally
tasteless
and
in the case
of the headless wonder
i think it was
symbolic
of
what ‘s happening
to others
in this country
and
world
as a result
of
self-centered behaviors
with
an attitude
of
let them eat cake
lots
of families
gonna die
cuz
of current policies
we
won’t see
their bloodied heads
but
they’ll
truly
be dead

transubstantiation…

the words
of
the poet
become
more
than
vague
mental images
they
are
laughter
clearly heard
resonating
against
the walls
of life’s prison
they
are also
a lover’s touch
a salty tear
shed
with death’s
arrival
or
flesh
burning with passion
or
the scent
of fear
on a dark night
the smell
of
decaying bodies
on
the battlefield
or
children
crying
in the corner
of
an empty room
the flow
of
warm blood
from
a wrist
opened
to let
the evil out
lines
of words
and
carefully counted
syllables
rhymed
and
unrhymed
like
life