Pomegranate Kisses
Honey don’t be embarrassed,
I’ve not so much thumbs
as two green fists
and all them topside did need
to learn respect. I came
all the way down here just
to put Spring fingers all up in it,
this grave dirt,
and I’ll invent winter
to touch where that flower
keeps roots.
The most beautiful I’ve ever seen—
something coming from me—
sweetness it sure seems
like you’ve been waiting.
My journey was long,
you don’t make it easy,
and maybe this flusters your plans,
but I’ve never met a dog
wouldn’t be lapping my hand,
wouldn’t lie down for the night
or forever, suffer faithful
by my door. In the grand
scheme of things, one mouth
or three, there’s fruit
on this tree, skulls beneath.
Sometimes I’ll leave, lest
I love you to death.
Burst sudden forbidden color
when I put you to bed.
May Day
Full throttle V cylinder, hundreds
fold. Superbloom furious rushes
sand blasted roads. The ride way,
rumbles your legs, won’t hit the chorus
if you don’t bring the rain.
Discordant bellows, harmony not,
when she’s in season it’s all you’ve got,
don’t stop, don’t stop,
hell’s gate promises only drought.
Harder don’t mean faster, beware,
if you can’t take direction
she’ll take you there: crosses
and candles in ditches, snared.
Gremlin Bell
One street donkey town,
fuzzy baby boom, driftwood janky
and an old timey saloon. Arizona
about sums it up. Santa Muerte
for un-Catholics, criminals, deviants,
or drunks. Suicide gamblers
exsanguinated of luck.
Our Lady of the Dead,
a real heavy lifter, do everything
you can before you meet her. All
she asks for. And me, I’m a helper,
I won’t coddle your ass, but lover,
stay on these hips and I’ll make it
make sense.
Give it time, give it distance,
light some pillars and incense,
whatever goes bump in your nights,
throw hands enough it’s alright.
Told you once before, I can ride.
Till the end or die trying, it goes.
Don’t need prayers if I’m yours.
wyrdwind 