Saturday, February 25, 2017

February Spring

disjointed sun,
breezy strolls
where should be
lashing cold,
something broken
on an axis
rusted and old

false joy,
a gift poisoned
with a bad whiff
of heat damage

time slides forward,
a broken ride
swinging heavily
to an abrupt end

we keep our eyes sharp
to find
pockets of shade
to build our fortress

Saturday, February 11, 2017

The Gospel of Swords

Blessed are the clear-eyed,
the keepers of swords,
by their bold blood
our lives are forged.

Lift our hammers
and our spears;
leave plowshare angels
their slavery
and tears.

Rejoice the future,
present and past.
As we make our history.
the die is cast.

Saturday, February 4, 2017

Weeknight in Hell’s Kitchen

Down the dark avenues
where footsteps fall off of crowded curbs
to scuttle past the slow flesh night life,
the neon punctuates
roiling twighlight.

The pastel dusk
is our emperor,
ordering us to sweet sin
that tastes better
with the ghosts of old crimes.

Let us lapse
into madness
drunk on laughter
with old friends.
Let this all
fall out of favor
so these streets
will be our secret