Nothing New Here, Really

Nothing New Here, Really   I’m still buying oatmeal. I’m still enraptured by white legs And short skirts, and I’m still Short on cash.   Except my window is open and lilacs are in bloom. I’m drinking Less. Much less. And yesterday I saw two Children carrying balloons.   I’m still haunted before I go to bed. I still wake up happy. Except you’re violent and lilac violet now, Saying you're ...

O Soulish, Violets in Springtime, Five Fallible Senses

O Soulish, Violets in Springtime, Five Fallible Senses An evil and adulterous generation seeketh after a sign; and there shall no sign be given it...   Even if Love squirmed and groped under my laboratory microscope, or so much as blinked in my rearview mirror; even if Grace crawled down my chimney with a toboggan and gifts and reindeer, or came stapled and wrapped ...

God Bent in the Garden and Kissed Him

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God Bent in the Garden and Kissed Him   If you saw the flies wander the taught yellow skin, and if you smelled the ovens;   if you felt the ribbons of flesh harrowed across a slave’s broad back;   and if you heard a girl scream and bleed when soldiers line up between her splayed legs   you would not be so quick to liken human utterance and human ...

The Divine Conspiracy

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The Divine Conspiracy   I’m afraid that if I surrender everything I’ll have to choose between Africa and India Or face the fishes like a stubborn Jonah; That if I make God’s will my will He’ll go changing my perspective, Trick me into marrying a tuba With a beautiful heart; that one day I’ll wake with a start, next to the oompah, In Africa or ...