Easter

If perchance the inevitable shall come,"

then dress me in the weeds of one who’s done,

and roll me towards the sure who wondered why

and see if now they budge, on who’s to buy

for they sold me for a tale and stylish chat

and never wondered, how aptly fits a hat

for cover never comes to one accused of whit

they all presume that solace shine’s the shit

and leave out always tenderness and sweets

for dear Boethius will salve the wandering street

and my inchoate wish will follow me till dusk

with shivers and decisions, Hamlet or Dean Rusk.

for all of us with prospects loom and lurk

and in the maze of brilliance look for work.

Ritz Crackers

I tore into it, tore her one

the cheese and salt seared

into elegant trailer trash

on fresh linen, finely stitched

needing blood never given.

She hands me a foil-wrapped chocolate

as the tears and sugar boil

I want the dream reversed

her in some spotlight

and me in monastic silence

I would take every meeting back

every ardour imagined and real

for the fisherman’s sweater

disrobed for her naked compliance.

If only Venus hadn’t abandoned our orbit

for we cannot find water here on Mars

our fear deepens, jesu‘s mercy flees

and we are left with sighs between screams.

What no clean towels?

It meant everything her dangerous slant

how to wash pure from original stain

how foolish, amor vincit nil

for it is our will

that strips our peace

that rends our garments

and stuns our naked flesh

deeper blue.

Don’t slack your chow you’re much too big

for the chow you slack will tumble and wig

and tell the orb in spite of your face

that your warp is slung and your twirl apace

Don’t hog your mung you’re much too old

for the mung you hog will rumble and splode

and splain to the spin in spite of your jib

that your load is hung and your cap a squib

No, don’t wang your tweek you’re much too smart

for the tweek you wang will carom and part

and say to the bubble in spite of your stride

that your clyde is clumsy and prone to collide

No, this is the frame for sweaty and luster

for impulse and dream glow and everything buster

Don’t let wrinkled flyers tell of their trysts

and geeks of "I know" slap your thick wrists.

Don’t blend your beam you’re much too quick

for the beam you blend will lumber and trick

and reveal to the wriggle in spite of your glide

that your noggin is squeamish and prone to elide

Don’t fleish your warm, you’re much too clever

for the warm you fleish will be fleish forever

And proclaim to the amblers, in spite of your gleam

that your scud is errant and angles to cream

Don’t tremble your willow, you’re much too dear

for the willow you tremble will wander and fear

And announce to the traffic in spite of your timbre

that your tenor is brittle and needy of limber

No, this is the time for craning and speed

for love as a first, for growth as a weed

Don’t let the long stilted attach to your twiddle

but like one thus loved, yark and yiddle

and yeap near us all in the groan of your space

and let Momma and I keep scrubbing your face.