Pruning Deadwood
Diplomas slipping like fish
into a bag of rusty tools.
[LSS, 3/31/22]
3/31/2022
3/22/2022
3/05/2022
Three Days in Early March
One small wave breaking one small stone in one quick moment of perception.
Determine a way to get others on the committee to help with the swimming.
Is this the right way to send a message in a bottle?
[LSS, 3/5/22]
There Is No Bridge
An entire civilization
of beach stones
having conversations
in over-lit bedrooms
and laundromats.
[LSS, 3/5/22]
3/02/2022
Self-Portrait with Wall Clock
A new territory
opened at dawn—
I use a robin’s nest
for a mailbox, coins
fall from the sky,
but there is nothing
here to buy.
We stayed young
too long.
[LSS, 3/2/22]
Addresses on Onion Skins
It was the only way to keep track
of all the mutinies we’d ever staged.
You had yours, I had mine,
and only the wind to keep us
informed.
[LSS, 3/2/22]
Betrayal
our pinball machines are dusted with snow
in an alley behind a bar in Oconomowoc
the neon Pabst sign flickers all night long
people we only knew in passing, pass
our loose change rattles around
in that emotional, psychic head space
there must be limits to how many quarters
we can drop, before we go broke
our filed claims lost in bureaucratic labyrinths
foolscap moldering away in metal cabinets
the registrar has no memory, cannot find
our statements, signatures, or photo IDs
our narratives refolded and creased until
the graphite smudges into gray nothingness
those bells, buzzers, and flashing lights
bluster, bluff, and finally betray us
[RK, 3/2/22]
2/27/2022
2/26/2022
Instant Messengers
No raptors on Raptor Ridge yesterday,
just two evangelicals handing out
trillion-dollar treasury notes with their
secret path to heaven scrawled on the back.
“Some kind of performance art!”
you insist the moment before the mountain
falls away beneath them and they simply
disappear from the view.
[LSS, 2/25/22]
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