Monday, March 31, 2014

Bare Before Your Maker

Here you are, at last, stark naked, bare before
your Maker. What does your tired Maker make of you?
What seeds has your soul sown?  What about you stands
alone? What does it mean that all your arms and hands
have so inordinately and importunately grown?


Sunday, March 30, 2014

Everybody's Pleased

Everybody’s pleased with everything today.
There’s nothing we don’t like.
Our mitochondria are gladsome at the way
they’re being fed to feed the spike

of energy our cells can’t get enough of.
Sexually, oh! -- the thrills
we’ve had through summoning the stuff of
what voluptuously spills!

Ice cream’s been a treat. And thinking
hasn’t swamped us.
We think we have death beat. So far it
hasn’t whomped us.


Saturday, March 29, 2014

A Random Grand Amalgam

A random grand amalgam
of exquisite sensibilities
arrived today

to tease me
into thinking art was not
the least bit hard.

Caught me off my guard.

But then I found it quite
convincing. So I strolled
cavalierly through my aptitudes

and blithely chopped them up
into an offhand  
minced thing.

Now I’m wincing.