If I swear to write
Five poems every month,
Do bare haikus count?
(5/19/10)
Gods and governments—
Foul irrepressible source
Of pain, death, despair!
(5/22/10)
At the horizon
A line divides navy sea
From puffed azure sky.
Serene seabirds shriek and glide,
But cannot pause this world’s boil.
(5/22/10)
Back pain is unique.
You cannot lie, sit, or rise
With impunity.
Flame-red pokers sear your flesh,
Honed knives stab, perform murder.
(5/24/10)