Three Beers Past Midnight
Between her strident diatribe
and final condemnation—
dignity’s death
So, he said of love decayed
and more recounted,
unlikely tales of burden
even for a drunkard grieving
and yet my glass reminded
there once had been a carnival
with mirrors of distortion,
in every one
some remnant of the truth
e Station. Heart-shaped lollies Stuck to cement floors Now appear at the bottom of my shoes. The sun Has turned them into a mixture Of sweet nothingness That children slip…
Empty Silos
I drive gravel roads to lift this darkness a clenched fist around the day, crowding heart, ribs, squeezing air from laboring lungs count Rose of Sharon beginning to bloom beside…
Poetry
rected By the side Of the road Were accompanied By a sign For a pastor Who had opened A new church On the edge of town. Formerly itinerant, He had…
