another day spent home alone
bag lady talks to cracks in sidewalk
the pope laid to rest

11

two monks walk by
grand-slam poets practicing to raise the dead
the heavens show no mercy

111

Kaufman poems rattling inside head
Hunter Thompson gunshot wound bleeds the dawn
Umpire in black sweeps off home plant

IV

raw deep bone hart ache
muscles flex court the stretching blue sky
tow truck waits in driveway

V

reams of empty typing paper
butterfly pressed between pages of antique book
two lovers locked in passion

VI

A microphone inside my head
static playing mad tunes on my tongue
a lonely grasshopper without wings