THE SALESMAN (1985) Chocolate brown Cutlass Supreme, Split bench like a living room sofa, Drives like a dream. Sweat from my back sinks into the seat, Dripping in this humidity and heat. Collar damp, tight as steel banding, Cutting back…
THE PASSIVE CONSUMER (A Christmas poem) Don’t you miss the good old days When the world would end In a nuclear blaze With a radioactive glaze? Now there’s that Plus death by abortion — That is death by political contortion.…
THE BOX OF DREAMS A month after Katie died I found a box behind some hats On her closet shelf With seventeen snapshots From forty-odd years ago. Suntanned faces, smiling faces, Clicking glasses, buffet tables, Bucket hats on deck chairs…
I MIGHT BE GOING The party starts in twenty minutes c’mon let’s go. The pressure of a crowd cacophony of voices Makes me wait, makes me hesitate. Probably see you there I might be going. She’s beautiful she wants to…
HITLER’S BLUE He wakes at dawn With Eva Braun At his side Fingering a tablet of cyanide. In the white of the pill He sees snow, deep and still, Soon to be trampled by Wehrmacht feet Staggering westward in frigid…