“His belly’s a pillow,/an innie providing/fetoscopic access/to healthy gurgling/through goose down/filter.” –Pillow
“An army of big black ants/takes over my house in/warm humid weather./I capture them in a plastic/cup and turn them loose/to return to the hill./Most of them.” –Les Bestioles
“In Louvin–Leuven we were hosted by/a paunchy woman with/badly died henna hair./ Mme catered to young people/from all over, and at our first/meal, breakfast, we were ushered/to a table marked by the stars/and stripes!” –Moules
Frites
“5 mg. tablet./Take one to two/tablets by mouth/every four hours/as needed for pain./Woke up middle/of night, rubbed eyes./A sinister woman/laughed at me from/a beach towel./She flew away./5 mg.” –Oxycodone
“My dad wanted a boy, a boy/like boys are supposed to be./A little-leaguer, a cub scout, a/chip-off-the-old-block./One of the guys. Isn’t it like/dads to want little boys to/be one of the guys? Why can’t/boys just be little? Why can’t/boys be more like little girls?” –Lamentation
“…mark jacobs’ skirts echo scottish kilts/worn by tearful teens reading/names at nine eleven reflecting pools./chilling waters splashing up/diminishing femoral pulses’s effects.” –big blue eyes
“rough hewn statue/of st. francis, little/birds on his shoulders,/carved by southwest/natives, watches/my zoo./francis guards and/nourishes many other/critters in my zoo./peeking right at me/next to my bed is/hibou, the owl.” –home zoo
“So, my brothers, I have no gloss to share, no hot/glamour to peddle. Rather I’ll give you/my dirty fingernails touching men in black-/and-white portraits which consume me/with life and reality and earth and real dicks/and warts and paunches and hard-earned/scars and stains and 2X4 poems.” –Consumption
“Brass rubbing on the wall./images on the odd-numbered pages;/ words on the even. Marriage of two arts./Heather gray, iambic pentameter./Acrylic study of men with umbrellas/against the Parisian skyscape./Seventeen syllable haiku suggestive/of skaters rounding ice at pond.” –Carnet de Croquis