King Lear

Perhaps I’m wearing King Lear’s crown With no sails or propellers or a lone oar to carry me through And amidst the mutinies of my lobes And hulls emptied of hope And clarity draining through storm sewers I will be the quintessential falling birdman Madness will ransack my closet drawers And leave with collections of…

An Admission of Jealousy

Avocado flesh scooped with a spoon To make guacamole out of your fibered chambers And limes that are sectioned or chilies Which are cut into thin strips – to garnish the heart And greens make you go to the mirror When you feel a little migraine taking over After all who admits to having a…

The Falling Man

As buildings collapsed And fire blazed through wooden conference tables And plastic cubicles pasted with mementos There was one image of a falling man That froze time and space Yet melted the human conscience And through the superman lens One photographer took one frame – of a birdman Plunging to an oblivion While his heart…

He and She (Fictional)

He felt the stubs on his face And squeezed his gravity-prone testicles He knew they were going to come off with time And those pink Avirate bras would be perfect fits And a G-string would carve an enticing whale tale Jorgenson’s ghost was now murmuring sounds It was a song that was castrating him And…