Poison in Every Puff
You can quit.
We can help.
Times are bad,
but what else
is new?
Poets Respond
Lights Turn Off in May at the Gateway Arch to Assist Migratory Birds
It makes sense in every sense
of the word
to turn the lights off
for the song bird,
that she may find her way.
On Seeing My Home Move Backward Through Geological Time
Of course I picture the actual house, my little peaked roof
riding the plate southward back through Neocene, Cretaceous,
beachfront, then sub-marine, and passing through the dinosaurs
so fast—
Poem with a Penis
Because a penis is just like a gun,
the cowboy walks onscreen with a heavy iron.
Technicolor Coronation Day
It’s Technicolor Coronation Day.
Our phones and television screens are lit.
All skeletons are neatly tucked away.
The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald
“Everyone’s good in a crisis,” says my brother-in-law’s wife
to my brother-in-law, who seems less than pleased to have
this information, he having just said, “I’m good in a crisis”