Love

The forgone conclusion Ridicules the wobbling riddle Prelude is just a beginning Of many, the pretenders that line up On the heart’s stage. First date is just a duel Of collect-me-white lies. Man looks at the window And shops for little gadgets with increasing memory power And thrilling features, and yet remembers The brick sized…

Evictee

I saw the eviction sign too many times And yet my home was just No squatter’s house. I lived in her, painted her walls Fired the furnace, repaired the split timber Nailed little picture frames, square perimeters Of sheer beauty. I had overstayed my visit. Now I needed To deracinate the tap root, a foundation…