April 2025

The Lamb of God ended up in a Chop

That Easter Sunday

That Easter Sunday morning

one year later broke

Bright, sunny and mild

but as the day progressed

a gray chilliness encroached

hour by hour

till by the mid afternoon

there was little memory

remaining

or perhaps too much.

It had been another Spring past

since you left earth

walking through me

on that train platform

just after I put my son

on

as the conductor called

 all aboard.

Not like we haven’t spoken since

I suppose in a fashion

in a sense

The sound of your voice was gone

except what clearly was

from time to time

in my heart.

Much like the memory

of a morning of resurrection

struggling to be recalled.

And on certain nights

there is this distinct scent

of freshly popped corn

all about the room in the attic

but only once in awhile

Just a kernel of you

Just a kernel

left now.                                                                  Got Abstract ?   4/8/2012

The Lamb of God ended up in a Chop

(Thou shall not Park in the Handicapped Slot )

Blues for Good Friday

What was broken

inside cannot be fixed

ever

Only time conspires

to take these sorry doors

ripped off their hinges

leaving open exposed

raw edges

and perhaps gradually

cover with a numbing soft dust

memory

till then is what will remain

 still so very sharp

and only the mercifully accumulating

distance does that razor in recall recede.

Was silence ever designated for Virtue status

Who makes up all this after all ?

So Saint Luke references

John the Baptist

who clearly stated he wasn’t the one

He baptized merely in water

and foretold the birth of one who

would have to work in blood.

Yea, verily this kind of talk

really annoyed some.

like Salome for instance

and made him pay for it with his head.

But…..only that one time. Got Abstract ? 4/2012

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April Shorts 2015

Genderizing Kafka

Ok look-

Have your way-

He never fell under the bed one night

And woke up a monstrous vermin

She did instead

Turned up as a lady bug

And the family

Still

Did better.

*

Your Frozen Rope

Of silence

Ending up a lasso

 In the center of a halo.

*

What did he say?

And he pursed his lips

Smirking like a rats’ ass sideways

and said…..

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The Vindictive Proof Reader

When’s the last time

You looked a painting

And in triumphant satisfaction

Dismissed the work

Glibly stating

That’s spelled wrong 

Am I out of Costume?

She glared at him

And spat

Don’t be insolent

He shrugged

Sorry

I was going for obstinate.

*

Who derailed you?

So you can stop giving that look

Like I was the engineer

Of your latest train wreck.

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Literary Crime Scene

I write these flawed poems with typos and mistakes

In the shape of orange accident cones and if you want

To understand them?

You’ll just have to cross the yellow tape

And take your chances.

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Substance Abuse Diagnoses

She looked at him with clear disgust and said

You realize of course you are rife with multiple addictions

He replied- Well perhaps

But I like to think of myself well rounded in that regard

And BTW I’d appreciate if you would lay off my hobbies.

Q-Bop City 2018