Sunday, March 31, 2013

Poem in the Key of D

Oh yes, I guess in the congregation
you must be a star, an exemplar.

Having cast out your daughter -
divorced, disfellowshipped, damned.

Never lend her your hand in case
she should contaminate.

I guess you feel all right
with a new wife, your new life.

But when eyes are turned another way,
what does your heart say?

Monday, March 25, 2013

Your eyes are hot amber, and I, the fly,
trapped in them for a thousand years -
how I revel in their liquid gold.