Crumbs—
Crumbs— I kept from falling
Humility hurts
Humility hurts like a heart attack
The night is long like a syringe—
The night is long like a syringe— drip by drip time is drawn out slowly—
Exposed like in an open ward
Exposed like in an open ward the washing machines lie bare in columns
That bombastic buck
That bombastic buck of a gun came in cussing a muck full of sons—
Like an east wind
Like an east wind, I fly down the stairs My gym shoes— half on— land on cold, wet pavement
so much depends
so much depends upon a med student’s palms gloved in blue rubber pressing a black sternum the red wheelbarrow – william carlos …
The man who was round like an egg shell
He was a large-set man with round shoulders and a round head. He was much larger than me. When I walked into …
Songs & Sonnets
1 Why, when words– thought divine imbued– project from lips intent to turn a sinner’s heart,
“tender pauses speak”
“the overflow of gladness, when words are all to weak”