In Her Own Words
RAVENS
In the morning light of Spring
I watch the ravens use pick-up-stix
to separate the
broken pieces of my heart.
Heinous Times
In these heinous times of Republican rule
the Fascists are busy sucking their own cocks
only to find they are unable to get hard.
And in the process of constantly bending over,
their bowels empty causing them to shit
all over themselves, ironically, turning
their skin brown or black, the color of
the people they fear the most.
What Does It Mean?
What does it mean when our entire world
is turned upside down? Inside and outside goes
haywire like a bad carnival ride.
What does it mean when summer wasps seek
refuge in sideview mirrors and door wells
of our country cars?
What does it mean when termites are eating
our cabins down to Strike Anywhere matches?
What does it mean when a pasty, puffy, insane,
heartless, evil orange man is allowed to kidnap
and steal and murder and rape and starve the children of the world?
What does it mean when the love of our life dies and there is no one to remove the ticks from our backs?
It means we are alive in 2025 and with the
melting of our frozen hearts, the light is
restored and there is a new day dawning.
LOVE LETTER TO BILL
Tell me, my love, what's it like to be dead?
I know you can see me by the beautiful feathers
you leave at my feet.
I know you can hear me
by the birthday song you sent me
through the radio.
I know you can smell me by the rose petals
you leave by my car.
Are you really gone or are you hiding?
Come out, come out wherever you are-
Olly, Olly oxen free.
Show me your face-let me see you,
let me smell you,
let me wrap my arms around you-
let me love you and love you and love you
in all the ways I did and do.
So let's make a deal:
Keep me anchored through the rough seas
And I'll keep you dancing through your art.
THE THINKER
In the morning light in the month of the turkey
my shadow's shadow follows me to the sea
where I want to ride the waves to never-never land
and join hands with my knight in shining armor.
My shadow calls me back to the river
where the mallard ducks and Canada geese
need me here to protect them
with my primal screams from the hunters who
want to see them on their dinner plates.
I ask my shadow's shadow,
"Are we as alive in life as we are in death?"
My shadow answers,
"We are as alive in life as we want to be,
and in death we are as alive as infinity."
The last time I saw you, my love,
you looked like Rodin's "The Thinker."
You had just passed through the bardo of life,
on to your next adventure, the spirit world,
where your mother, Elinore,
was waiting for you, with open arms.
And now you are soaring on the wings
of her love for you.
And I am here--an earthling--
whose heart has become a lonely hunter.