Prayers and Prayers

in one way or another

we are each other’s orphans

by way of society's natural

lines of separation

victims and

perpetrators reflections in a circle

a predator draws power

from his prey’s fear

and death

becomes the end of each

prayers and prayers

lined up like silent thoughts

sitting in empty chairs

waiting for the eulogy

to explain

what everyone already knows

Moment of Inertia

If I were not so casted I’d be in a real funk

Were I a smart crease – I’d not be in a rumpled drunk

Were I able to comprehend

The parallel axis theory

Then I might possibly understand

Why the moment of inertia is so eerie

I might also explain why we live in the rain

And yet, never complain about all the dry pain

Can a poet who can no longer rhyme

Be executed for a writing crime

Hey, you there in the back corner

Are you here to collect for the coroner

The covers of darkness drape

Knotted together like a bow tie across the nape

Tonight the morning waits fate

All the ghosts stayed late - for Bordeaux’s sate.

Stardust Falling

at the end of the road

at the end of the day

near the glacial

woods

near the glacial

moods

there is mute

eyes

there is mute

cries

seeking much

to see

seeking much

to be

at the end

of the road

at the end

of the day

is that stardust

falling from the skies

is that stardust

failing at Ziggy's cries