Monday, April 11, 2016

Fourth of July, 1998



Explosions are not always painful

After we changed, canons argued
in the field while smoke puffed like breath

The guy who played General Lee said
it was music to his ears

When the battle ended, we sat on the hill
and listened to the marching band

At night, the fireworks came:
afterimages of smoke drooped
toward peoples’ smiles

You started clapping

Tuesday, March 22, 2016

Sleep Prayer



If a dream is like a cathedral
then fear is the sermon

echoes of the liturgy sound
on the marble and tremble uncruched
roaches beneath the pews

heads are bowed and eyes are closed  

Thursday, January 28, 2016

Looking Through a Hole in the Mortar of the Bingo Hall




I see an excited man standing, everyone else sitting,
in the fourth row through the tobacco haze

He looks at his card, finger tracing,
eyes looking up down up down while a
toothless man somewhere in the back lifts
a bottle to his lips

The plastic balls click in the drum like
forgotten change at the laundromat

The man, hand raised, shouts over
four laughing ladies and the room
hushes to hear his case