Laugh Tracks

A Zen proficient friend once told me“There is no stillness in you.”I would have asked her what she meant,but there were places I had to be. I’ve spilled bloodand read in it the portents of my life,this slippery sludgepooling into Rorschachs on a page.Because there is nothing a writer won’t doto violate fresh, white paper.…

Gift of Tongues

You see me.You stick out your tongue.“Put that thing away,” I shout,“it could be dangerous.” If Satan has a forked tongue,does he enjoy spicy foodsor are they just too damn hot? The round, pink wormpushes Gerber’s carrots and peasacross emerging teeth,through thin lipswhere it spills, orange and greenover the chin. Twenty years later,in an expensive…

Finding Warmth

God and I have this thing –I attend mass every so often,he doesn’t strike me deadwith a lightning bolt. I sit in the pew.It’s hard, unforgiving woodpressing into my back and legs.Sunlight pierces the stained glasslike an ancient promiseand words spill from meat all the appropriate cues. “We believe in one god,the father, the almighty,the…

Atheist’s Creed

Again temptation pierces –gentle claws cutting skin, meat.Blood tears from newly opened socketsas she/he/it purrs promises. But I can’t close my eyesin darkness, to darkness.Press palms against lidsuntil optic nervesflare their ghost light –pretending the universeis glutted with shine.

At the Catholic Cemetery

Where once was laughter, rain erodes rock –surrogate tears for nearby mother’s griefburied heart and breast decaying or decayedshudders of woe long ceased. Yet in this row, silenced children cuerib-cages once filled blood and gush and laugh and sighnow own stale air, dust, vacancy. And someday my child will join that rank and fileand time…

If God Knew Pig Latin …

priests would worship in playgrounds where children seal their covenants beneath the monkey bars; playful words would be sacred words my smiling secret joke with you – a prayer; religions might forego their special handshakes as all learn igpay atinlay by the second grade. If God knew Pig Latin, perhaps he, perhaps she, would hold…