To Angela, Who Is Afraid of Clowns
A POEM
Clowns are grandfathers
painted with strokes of laughter
who kiss lollipops
but never lick them.
Save your terror, child,
for snakes who talk of biting fruit
and wolves who scheme of eating girls.
You May Also Enjoy
The Chic and the Dead
Rocks that block the mouths of tombs
Give sermons of great gravity
On the benefits…
The Bell Ringer
He disturbs
The sleeping bells, the stolid sounds
Locked in the iron tower
That hold…
The Final Match
My very breath seems evidence of You.
My pulse throbs with a Spirit not…