Wednesday, January 26, 2011

the Inebriate Smith

handfuls of anvils for aches and spills,
rhythmically hammering advil pills,
bellows and coal
bourbon and skoal,
the loitering smoke a shill.

Saturday, January 22, 2011

faithplant

just whose breath have I been stealing?
and how to explain this feeling...
it's the mind reeling
as the heart dissolves through the ceiling;
it's kneeling,
at last believing,
arriving only as the spirit of god is leaving.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

braincloud

the voices of the day
hoist and force their way
unbid
into my sea
and say:
are we new thoughts or memory