Monastery Break-In

backwards/forwards.


Monastery Break-In


Men + a-
A door
Open it, "Leave!"
Closing in
Fist raised
Taught a lesson
Well, tried
He pressed the face to pulp
It goes to show
One sermonizing
Lacks of preparation
Omission of dogs
Lead to this
Later,
This to lead
Dogs of a mission
Preparation of lax sermonizing
One show to go
Pulpit to face the press
He tried well,
"Lessen a taut raised fist
In closing,
Leave it open.
Adore,
Amen."

He Bet His Life

starts with rhymed haiku, ends with a homophonic stanza.  I freely admit the haiku is half-ass; it's hard to be motivated with this beautiful weather.  I might clean it up later. 


He Bet His Life


The Loser, sloppy
An envied pot, sure as sin
He felt sure to win

Gulped his gin and lime
Wagered all his money, and
Wagered all his time

"I have nothing left
I must mitigate my debt
Please!  Accept my bet!"


The Winner
Gave in and agreed
To live forever, he
Gave in, and a greed
To live for every
Gamble to succeed
On certainty of breadth
Gambol to secede
Uincertainty of breath
He won a life!  No-
The winnings: one undeath

Canvas the Dusk

I plan to do editing this week.  No new poem, but here's one from early 2007 that I am fond of.  free verse, of all things.

Canvas the Dusk

The seas disease this easel

Dragged blue where once was white

It's not a blue period

It's an

Exclamation

Point

I guess then we're co-muters

Because our lips are silent

And while our thoughts do travel,

The voice is slowed by traffic

Expression is a trickle

During the rush hour

Trying to arrive

Red shift blue

The purpose of the painting:

To diffuse unused hues

The Criminal

backwards and forwards. 

The Criminal


Twelve at hand
Second the motions
Alleged by ticking
Tiny hammers
Scuffle on,
Hanging of robes
Momentum ground on:
No immorality
Jusitce
Behind closed doors
Decisions, decisions
Doors closed behind
Justice
Immortality?
On no grounds.
Momentum
Ropes of hanging
On scaffolds
Hammers tiny,
Ticking by a ledge
Motions the second hand
At twelve