KISS

I kiss the sun
And the sky
I kiss my children
And my wife
I kiss the chalice
I kiss the plants
I kiss my pain
Life is a kiss
A good kiss
A bad kiss
A kiss of love
A kiss of betrayal
I am still learning
How to give
A good kiss
Through the mouth
Enters nourishment

THE POPE

Bishop of Rome
You’re not sleeping
Definitely not dead
The TV screens
Don’t want you alive

MONARCHS

Thousands of butterflies
On the road
One lands on

My windshield
Takes a ride
On my old truck

WORKPLACE

I tried writing at home
In the company
Of domestic feelings
Such a short attempt
Sometimes a man
Needs to go away
And work
The cabin outside
Called me again
It’s the breathing
Of a muse
Warm and nurturing
The words run different here
Like the open sea
With no stops lights

MERCY

Oh sweet Jesus
Your mercy
Is like
A deployed airbag
In an auto crash

PRIMO

Primo and I
Drive around town
And he points at police cars
And inconspicuous vehicles
With fire department bumper stickers
And 2 meter antennas
They’re the same
He says
What is the same?
I asked
The cop & the firefighter
The ambulances
The hospitals
They all are one
He answered
Then I remember
How a driver
Of a search and rescue vehicle
Angry at me
Because I ran I stop light
Honked his horns
And radioed a squad car
That followed me
All along the boulevard

PATH

You stumbled
On your journey
Of desire