Thursday, September 4, 2014

The Air


Without a while; within a while; we while a worn wind:
Turning out, our tremoring teeth toothweeze a tune
Timed to the tappings of treachery and tessellates,
Tried and tired tilings for torn time, tracts, and trists;
And gorging, inward gulping, gaping: a gathering grin,
Grinning at guiles and games, gusto and guilt, girls and gams
Growing our groaning gaffes, but giving great guffaws.

Friday, May 30, 2014

Act 1


Cast our lots in the river
Watching wills a-whirl
Waiting above the mud obscured bottom
Willing: whatever Will will

Prefigured our baptism
Dousing our tongues’ pyre
Oscillating under Cloud and Sodom
Approaching: the promised fire