CLEAN SHOT
Ah! You look back with
unbelievable fondness
trying to relive the time
only one of your feet
had a bullet through it
not two beauties in each
felicitously self-inflicted
the accuracy having
substantially improved
unerring aim —
today shooting at
oneself
it is
impossible to
miss.
DARK READER
have to be careful
take things
in my stride
scribble at night
penlight, under the covers
and then
should I have something
keep it
under wraps
ghastly if even a word
could find its way
into the wrong hands
the kind of hands
versed in torturous
analysis
iron hard, having trained
for years
in the art
of dark reading
NEW LEAF
How can you be
bankrupt
when money
is invisible
hypothetical
unreal
when it is no longer
worth the printing paper
or,
when laundered
its weight in bright, seductive
coca leaf
(green
for green)
poems 2 die for