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.

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.

braincloud

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