Bob’s Your Uncle

it’s the delusion that worries
our instant calendar shares
that hopes in distance
water is the ultimate act
brooms its way over us
in a surround of theater
that is not for everyone
secret tapping monologues
this is a declaration of violence
this nutshell over the fence
& this is a blind study
that could answer or question
the last raise of an arm
a cause that carves on walls

Naked Ladies in My Inbox

to Verizon and the NSA

to government agencies listening:
this is nefarious work at hand
my inbox is compliant and replies
across the male conversation
classified & we cannot comment
or even concern accuracy
with all the common senses
this is a craig’s list entry
these new applicable statutes
hiding from gunmen
like a new public education
stalking arthur miller plays
still awaiting adjudication
my first amendment memories

19th

perhaps it’s negotiation
visits like past in dickens
that stitches & cuts
if it’s to be enough
when no one believes in time
but fights seasons anyhow
i am on the el train home
and it should be springtime
this cracking wind romances
i like my coffee like my women
dark, bitter & better in morning
only strangers look lost
along statues on the parkway
looking for just one sign
to say help is on its way