IT WOULD BE SMEARY

It would be smeary

if tomorrow was a ripe

elbow of today.

 

Cornucopia

of gray afternoon weary,

smile like there is no mooring.

I HAVEN’T FIGURED OUT

I haven’t figured out

how to not kill

the spider

crawling

too mindfully

up the lampshade

on my desk, toward

a powerful invisibility.

So I whack it with a thin

volume of Women

Poets

of Japan

from the adjacent

bookcase, and it

disappears

like I was

afraid

it

would.

Mission unaccomplished;

mystery gone for

now.

HIS BASKETBALL WAS NEXT TO THE FRIDGE

His basketball was next to the fridge

in the kitchen where his mother

and father were fighting

for their lives.

“I don’t know

what I’m supposed

to do!” screamed his father.

His mother continued stirring

the pancake mix for dinner

in

silence.

The boy decided

to walk through

the fire

and

get

what

was his.

THE DISPARITY

The disparity

between

the

flower

and the leaf,

between who she says

she is, and who

I know,

is

reconciled

every morning

by this Glendora

choir

of

birdsong.

APPREHENSIVE ARK

Apprehensive ark

on

top

of a dry

mountain, open

your door,

and let

out

a smile; this

will never happen

again, says the Lord.

Glittery ashes sewn

into a wing

on

a blue

song moreover,

having won the primary

in an airslide victory

for serious

wonder

fun,

says

everything

in spite of everything

wills

grace.

THE RABID DOG HAD HER WRIST IN ITS MOUTH

The rapid dog had her wrist in its mouth,

and was digging its teeth deeper in.

With her other hand,

she grabbed

the muscular

scruff of its neck,

but couldn’t hold on.

With an emotion beyond

hate, she seized it

underneath

by

the

throat

and squeezed

and wrung and ripped,

until her life

was

safe.