Poetry

2/24/2015
The Rejected Messiah
The rejected messiah climbs down
from his botched crucifixion, still
alive. That was anticlimactic.
Blood spilled; no one got saved.
What now? Does he search
for another sinner, another cross,
another chance to do everything right?
(Maybe try thicker nails next time?)
Or did that one count? Is he off …
2/8/2015
Peace
War never ends
as easily as it begins.
You get your hands dirty,
do what needs to be done
to stop the fighting—
flee, surrender, sign treaties,
drive out the enemy, burn every village,
hunt down every villager—whatever
is necessary. Do that and the fighting stops,
the skies clear …
1/17/2015
Disintegrations
I play with LEGO, so I know
everything that happens
either blows the world apart
or builds it anew, day by day,
brick by brick. Sometimes, after
the dark whirlwind of chaos—my baby
brother—arrives hurling everything
beautiful to the ground in a shower
of plastic confetti, I scramble …
1/8/2015
Pantoum for the Old Bigfoot Dandelion Jamborees
A pesky dandelion field
is visited by only sev-
en Bigfoots, here to share a meal
of flowers growing on their graves.

It’s visited by lonely, sev-
ered robots often, who condemn
the flowers growing on the graves
and spray the field to keep them down.

Ere robots, often …
1/7/2015
The Meantime
Dear friend,

While you're away
I am keeping
your potted plant

neatly bounded,
precisely watered,
and mostly alive.

It's on the floor
in my house,
unsettled.

I haven't made
a place for it
because

I know
what that
would mean.

This must end,
in one
of three ways:

One, you …
1/6/2015
The Ballad of Old Man Bruggers
When Old Man Bruggers lost his mind
we lost utopia.
It started with his crazy war
on fecophobia.

At first he ventured subtle hints
to folks he saw in town
like "Funny how we spread manure,
but flush our dookies down!"

Beneath his breath, he muttered things
about the flow …