LIKE SKY FOR RED WINE

Like sky for red wine

and like fire for her body,

I am enabled.

 

Hiding behind words

is an unusual pear

to eat, for a living room.

PARENT OF MY DEATH

Parent of my death,

would you pass the thoughtlessness

and the brussel sprouts?

 

This is my nature

and there is nary a trail

through it, only to kill back.

I KNOW SUSPICION

I know suspicion

is the height of refinement

what a stained glass view!

 

Outdoorsiness too

has a wild inhibition:

to weather the inclement.