Americans Setting Fires

our blazes now

signal only faded glory

facades of parchment

paper over

our revolution story

the few of us remaining

that have a faith to keep

grip our pistols tight

and set ablaze

this sickly barn of sheep

News of the World

Fireworks crack wise

over Southern skies

the Georgia pine stay silent

as the New Year

promises to conquer fear

with a birth

in a burst of violence.

The chill night sky

makes us sweet promises

of dark ventures

if we only take them.

The blue night commands

that we not follow legends

but make them.

Spread the news:

We’re barreling through,

upsetting pretenders

and electrifying

you. 

Pregnant Irish Women Will Rule the Earth

The Irish ass

is always

primed for kissing

Cross an Irish woman

and leave

with teeth missing.

On those cold potions

I take a polite pass

but muster devotion

for the fiery Irish lass.

Mane of red

and swelled with child

they are maddening, mine

and bloody wild. 

Breeze Damage

much more trouble

than tussled hair

or the dust void

on the floor

from what’s missing there

an uprooted mudline

is this purgatory’s border

a ruined life’s chaos

keeps its own

kind of order

there’s no engineer

to blame,

no liable claim

moneyed salvation

is the flip side of nature,

and a zero-sum game

those forces that

greened the grass

and churned the sea

gladly unglued it all

for you and me

we’ll watch it

powerlessly

and let it be