Hour Seven

There’s an elephant in the room It stands on my lips Wraps its thick gray trunk Around my throat Constricting breath Restricting honesty Prodding me to go on With charades and games What this circus needs Is a ringmaster without a whip One with purring…

hour 4 poem

sailing over the moon… the moon trembles under his oars… their boat creates a moon eclipse before the waterlily leaves…  

Yuppies

The young urban woman longs. She doesn’t know for whom yet. The young urban woman has friends. They tell each other which dresses not to buy. The young urban woman has money. This helps her buy dresses she doesn’t wear. The young urban woman has…