Trio

               

I think I wrote these in December...I liked the first three today but not the three that followed these so much...

     Rating You

Once, you drowned me.
Then I drowned you.
We were off to a rib-tickling start.
Forgiveness is a horrible collective, you know.
They tell you how to dress, what to eat.
And you only wanted to know how to feel.
I have a resin sculpture of a giraffe dressed-up
as a Victorian lady, carrying a lavendar parasol.
Her elaborate hat is tricked-out with ostrich feathers.
This reminds me of you in The Unforgiven.
You were the unbilled tumbling tumbleweed
Clint Eastwood kicked from his feet
while directing American Poetry. American Poetry.
I give it two and a half stars.





     You Replaced My Head with an Owl's

But I forgive you.
Forgiveness has a small red bulb
at the base which usually shatters eventually.
The way people "check in" at graveyards
come winter, how wind taunts the saddest motels.
I used to hide there, I said, and pointed.
Children create imaginary coupons at Christmas
and deliver themselves into indentured servitude.
Oh, I'm alright with heaven.
I just imagine God says "Badda Bing" a lot.
Takes the pressure off my fuckin' beak and talons.






     One Word at a Time

There is a fatal xerox charm of belonging
to a sky that is snowing over a poetic metropolis.
THE CHARM OF BELONGING is an impressive building
designed by an architect buried underneath.
Nature shits on grammar, but is a sort of grammar.
I am not trying to be "difficult."
I will describe what I see in monosyllables.
Henceforth, I will say "from now on."
And for all questions relating to Martin Heidegger
I will simply say, "Who moved my cheese?"