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5 of my poems published on Icefloe Press WordPress earlier this year.
I Hope All is Well in Utah
I am thinking of you in Utah
making Salt Lake shadow puppets
in a Jesus sunset
on a sand dune writing poetry,
an architect with a blueprint.
There you are, complaining about something.
Red ants try to ruin your vision
equivalent to designing the Vienna Court Opera House,
the curtains have cast you nomadic for years.
Are you industrial, are you in Pittsburgh?
Are you pulling scorpions from your feet?
Have you purged the shaking?
Electric chairs still spit sparks.
Do you preach to the Scientists?
Do you carbonate religion in Ogden Salts?
To sell them all for the bottle
on the mountains, watching tiny people fly,
watch the leap before the canvas cracks.
Simple crowds move like
depressive black bears into resorts.
Is it psychedelic, do you hear tremoring bottle clanks –
that sound like Edith Piaf’s voice trapped inside?
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Were three kings came from the west,
one had stars burned in his chest,
one was cursed, one was blessed
Were three kings came in a tank,
names were bombs and bread and bank,
played the fool, the freak, the crank
Were three kings, their songs were sung
by someone who had lost his tongue,
on laurel garlands they were hung
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