I’m Going to Call This Amusement Par…   Papa threw up! I had to bring him Because I threw up On his lap, too. We had to get on and Get off On the Log Flume. And the park Slipped from their view And onto us.

The wind blows hard Puffing up Marilyn’s curtains. The blinds get Turned down, though, Like eyelids. I hear the sound Of eyes rolling And the creak of a Woman’s frown. The light inside Is blaring People on the street Are staring The man in the car Is leaning back Checking under The hood Of his…

“Constraints. We know, we believe, We are struggling not to be a dying breed. Changes, out of constraints, Won’t be enough to hold onto If our prayer To the nasty fellow upstairs, Who we look up to Broke the mold, And we don’t want to.”    

Child, You have the talent To build a life From the ground up. My little last-ditch effort, And God, aren’t I the perfect mother. For your people, His daughter of desire. The Truth isn’t spoken as much as it is fodder. That’s how you are a world leader. The underground teacher. The most privileged people…

Hear, I come from the ocean. I ripple the tides and create motion.   Some think I am a messenger From an angry God. There is no way Something so intangible Is so substantial, So heavy a thought.   I’m steamed bread from the cities Determiner of breath The wind’s interpreter Carrier of scents Absorbed…

A messenger god of less talk   Angels immediately find their function. I know, I’ve seen them.   They swiftly gravitate to where no other thing can hold us. I know, I’ve held them.   Who govern the Universe and the mundane, Emissaries of Divine things. I know, they’re secret.   As a messenger god…

                  Music is the language of the words, and the instrument is your gut’s revolver.   Idealism that I’ve never seen in actuality, To profess unity, peace after all the casualties… I must look like a deep thinker, Because I’m not responding, The occasional look in the mirror In your direction I may be listening…

What’s wrong? Nothing’s wrong Just my emotions Out of tune.   Will you tell me, honey If there’s something I can do? Nothing’s wrong, Nothing’s wrong That’s just between me and you.   Your heart is on your sleeve, my love. Let me get that little spot. Let me wash your worries With the sound…