Some sinking lack it altogether;
word is, they never learned it.
Some fairly float with excess, whether
or not they fairly earned it.
"If you imagine / others are there, / you are there yourself."
— Wendell Berry
I watch the nightly news and think
some people ought to blaze in hell.
But why? What good's a screaming stink?
And too, there's no such place. Oh, well.
I asked a human question in the hope you'd understand.
You answered with the full weight of your hard angelic hand.
a bare triolet
He woke one Friday morning
from a dream he'd cut his throat,
then spent the weekend wondering
if he'd thought to leave a note.
If you have any thoughts on these poems,
would be pleased to hear them.