above a bleating flock
unnerved by miracles
a manger followed by stars
your body nicely formed
asking
why is this sacrifice more suitable than mine
above a bleating flock
unnerved by miracles
a manger followed by stars
your body nicely formed
asking
why is this sacrifice more suitable than mine
Half a God over the skin of you
Shaving legs with silver
Bare fingers and funny feet
I am at a loss today
With tiny rips of earth
In this half inch of space
Rewriting alphabets
From these lines
The husky symbols
The insistence
Of an old testament
The absolutism of this poem
Made to fit my stanzaic rites
Abundantly over my scalp
Intentional as my tone
Drenched soley to save this rhyme
Installed in this suburban home
Watching God’s mouth open
Making the faintest of sounds
The words
La de dah
Give me your winning hand
You with your bag of dinner rolls
Feeding, trading your moccassins
Your socks
Leaving twelve pieces of crust
To find your way home
Sir
You know me so well
I’d rather be different
If you make this sickness go away
Make me a rock
With Roman letters
Write my name six times
Cover me with water
So I may be found
Decades from now
I know you love me
In this lost and found
In this city above above ground
Where I too find myself
Much too gentle for my own kind
Therefore alone I circle discreetly
Mending the unsatisfied rainbows
Were the dangerous weather prevailed
Parting the lost lives saved
Keeping the secret alive
The span of life smoldering at the roots
God – am I radical ?
For speaking with this little shame
Know I yield only where love and need become one
Where dust hits the eyes
The mouthful sing
Accepting the grief
Artistically bending the chestnuts
The overcruelly
Punishing with the gentle proof
With a mercy
A mercy greater than any man could ever have

HisĀ upperĀ mouth
faintly speaks
it quietly blows
aged bubbles of despair
blue hugeness frequenting the moon
love shaping his bride
starving his unpainted smile
the extracted spirits
who once claimed his veins
momentarily
between those rivers
where voices spark
spark wanting strokes
where the terrific pleasure of being alive lives and wonderfully loves