All posts filed under “Poems

Spring Quartet

1. Comfort: Not a song, but a siren. 2. The uncomfortable man leaps; the comfortable man falls. 3. It’s no use killing yourself if you really want to die. 4. Death is just an ugly word for change.

On Burnt Toast

Some toast is better charred, That factory bread, Unedified, white-washed, Grains rolled smooth as asphalt, With nothing left to burn But cynicism.    

A Shopping Mall Parking Lot

A discomfited duck, His speckled brown feathers And emerald head Bereft of ambition, Wades through Puddles of people And pools of plastic, Pecking at the Cigarette butts Left behind.