NEXT

you are not complex:
some day you will be

rotting in a box. unless
they burn your body first.

in which case you'll simply
become a pile of dust.

so what
should you do
next?

ALBATROSS

artists are keen
on justice not to mention
high on drugs and mighty
full of their own surmise.

poets and
other malcontents
are always pointing
at unpleasant

events: the inequity
of bombs and wealth,
and how big

companies operate in stealth
mode the better
to evade the public distrust
and stoke the fires of consumer

lust. it was
ever thus.

IN POETRY

it’s tempting to crowd
words together cleverly,
like too many empty people

rushing japanese subway cars,
each line hand-packed
with metaphors, yet
signifying nothing.

on the other hand
it’s difficult to manipulate
the fewest words needed to create
work through which an artist might
pass unheeded -- in control but not
commanding, heard but never seen --

the hand of god invisibly
doing its accidental thing.