Category: Poems

Lumberjack

He left
every morning with pine
needles in his beard.
Returned every evening
with sawdust in his pockets.

Body Politic

My body is a ballot initiative
My body is in committee.
My body is tabled for a later session.
My body is on the House floor.

Break/fast.

I try to feed her my dreams.
Here is a melting blue guitar.
Here is an ocean in the shape of a house.
Here is a train made out of swingsets.
She devours them. Licks the plate clean.
But she wants more.