“I know you’ll be a good mom,” I said to her. She was just smiling and being still, That way that girls have of doing, Not understandable by men. “Even if you don’t always know it,” I then put in. I didn’t gauge her expression after I said this, But I got to thinking, I […]

I want to know If you’ve ever got a smile from someone To last your whole life . Like being in life’s jugular vein From a pulmonary explosion Of understanding, Simplicity and peace, . And there’s a shining within you, As you close the purple drapes And curtains On shortcoming

It’s while we’re waiting for that message, Our lives hanging in the balance Of circles on a scan tron sheet, That we develop the unrest, . Having seen how human goodness is unusable, Having seen how human goodness Betokens the shreds of mockery Like chloroform floating above the doorway And Indians’ graves.

A portion of your paycheck Goes to funding The sedative drugs You need In order to do your job In a mentally And physically Supportable State of mind. . You are on Your own Child support.

I assume you get that I was just “Providing you information,” That is, It just now hit you, But you don’t care, Because you’re carrying the tabernacles’s attention The centerpiece Of two tattooed, muscle-bound boys And . I’d see you Wedged between them In your own sort of glee, I liked it, But not for […]

  – When you find out how much those library cops make per hour, that explains… SO much. – When you watch A League of Their Own and hear them making fun of South Bend, Indiana, and see the situation of that town through a Chicagoan’s lens, that explains… SO much. – When you hear […]

At any given time You can heal the whole world If you just stop thinking about sex If you just stop thinking about zen . At any given time You can heal the whole world If you want to

There must have been a congruence, And things made sense, The sky pink, And troops of men . Hovering flanked in cornfield alleys Under whispering winds, In peace time.

Well, kind friends, there was once a time in my life when I wanted to be a teacher. But I have to say, one of the teachers I met since moving back here qualified easily as one of the biggest a**holes I’ve ever met, and this other lady actually wrote a creative writing assignment about […]

They want to prosecute me for the murder, But I don’t know why. The murder has served its purpose. I have seen that blood streaming, And now my hands are tied, Under the sky Of cahoots.