and that rare

and exotically fabled,
 
wrap the loom of you
 
around me
 
like a gentle wave
 
that waits
 
and stands the gale. 



Memorium
the day Dillard died,
we repeated the same old lies
while Belinda tried to cry,
rasping with a sigh
and naked dry eyes
that she didn't care
for the plastic tableware
or the straw flowers everywhere.
We worked not to stare
at the bald spots in her hair
and the blood left under his fingernails.
We bowed our heads
to each ahmen,
 counted the steps to our cars
under still winking and wondering stars.


Ditty for Tardy Sailors
Poor Lacey Dingaling,
he always bought it.
But he didn't know the real thing
when he got it.


requiem

you were the best!
... Outdid all the rest.
Red-hot and sporty,
you cradled me firmly through each adventurous test
without lurch or protest.
grand you were
in the credulous blur passing.

whatta thrill to have and drive!
I'll always love L'il Flame
and keep the mem alive
of my first and last 
Grand Am.


For X: The Long Goodbye

Rigor mortis set in that morning
while Joey was still alive.
As he opened his eyes
to lips and legs that refused to move,
he grunted and groaned
under mildewed  sheets,
with ears and butt exposed,
moaning to prove
and call to full sentience,
but all that remained 
when he died
was a torridly horrid 
 and florid
flatulence.