poetry

Gleaming white between low gray and a misty green, vanishing light smiled at me – I looked out on God through the mouth of the world.

One man’s spam is another man’s meatloaf. In cyberspace as in any place, there’s no accounting for taste.

Gold and silver figures on wooden pedestals. Red velvet laid to make a boy’s trophy shelf. A grown man’s pride in heads mounted on a wall. The cure for a bad back is to lie on the floor. A glass of milk will ease insomnia. A shot of whiskey is good for the heart.

I’ve got a new girlfriend. Her name’s Laura. That’s nice. What does she do? Nothing much, really. She makes the sun warm.  She makes grass green.  She makes water flow down hills and fills lakes with lilies.

Angry white males? The whitewashing of maleness — white man yellow man red man black man every man hears the clanging of an iron cage.