A prose, much too magnificent
Dies, and begins to grow
I witness and discover
A much more acuter cause
Myself as myself
I would have been eighty
Veiled and Jewish
With the nobility of a child
Obsessing over hearts
A famish much too difficult to express
Undoing a holocaust
The direction of this post is clear.
Like an unruly naturalized American I will write about the reality that surrounds me, the shopping malls, the loudness in a healthcare system gone bankrupt.
The fanatics ringing my doorbell, selling me faith, meat trucking my doorstep, the Mary Kay’s attempting my fate.
To afford, to spend, perfecting their fantastic herd.
If multiplying identities Gods you, donate your heart to someone whose faint beat desperately tries.
Ration your spending, believe hunger is the obvious.
Live with integrity live with hope.
I want to quit this lifestyle and walk, walk until my feet ache.
Embrace my purpose, my existence evermore.
the female form
negligently bending legs
thrust stung’d tempers
as the plenitude of his beard
armchairs her face
bargaining the tight sermons
her loud words
her swelled heart
her eyesight now equally wombs
the credulous poems ignite
ideally funding the greatness of her faith
and with a religion that mysteriously demands