J.S. Bach is rolling in his grave
Turning like a rotisserie chicken
The sound of the burning spit is killing
Everything now falling on deaf ears and hot coals
He’s made a list of transgressions
While partnered with Henry Miller
They’re determined to see us in hell
Charbroiled and honey-glazed
Unfulfilled
They would be
As they feasted upon my loins
The sound of gunfire
The pitch of a diesel engine
The whine of a goddamn siren
The Moan of Englebert Humperdink
The reverberation of a top-forty station
Techno music from across the hall
No forgiveness tonight
The world is now abaft in the miasma
Of static and silence
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
This is a book of free verse poetry that addresses the seven main tests in life and offers some sensible solutions to passing those tests with minimal discomfort.
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