I do not know if when looking upon him
she sees the face of a man...

He held a gun to my head and I saw the humanity in...
so I forgave him as soon as he lowered the pistol...

A heart is fragile.
I have seen the pendulum stop...

She's spinning out of control
and it's all I can do not to hold her as she...

It's grubby like the mucus on a newborn;
it's elastic like an unblown balloon...

We venture 'yond the badlands
Seeping hooves in somber sands...

You who laugh at poetry and shy from anarchy,
claiming logic while lurking in shadows...

I can spew out poems
on a white page...

I liked it better when
you didn't exist and I could...

Is it wrong that I hold you in the dark
and pretend you're him...

Written for a friend, whose son died in labor...

When I stopped believing in Santa Claus,
I stopped believing in God...