Three Sonnets

Hot Ham Water

 

1.

 

                  Beggars stole our sense:

sensibility. We stole their loaves

 

 of bread white ironed t-shirts

                  brown leather shoes

 

the news of bridges, iron

fired caskets. Roaring train track clickety

 

clack. Smack to blame it on

                  distances of sidewalks

 

between our hands. Nordstrom’s

shopping bags. Our rags

 

stretched over

one-too-many-credit-card-lifestyle-bank-upgrades

 

tonight, our house: charades 

be there

 

 

2.

 

To:     From:

Subject: Concerning Recent Church Bullshit.

 

I’m sorry you left on the fastest east Garden

state wind to Oregon

 

the desert deserting you

an ugly organ piping,

 

you there.

like a too-quick-two-buck-chuck-blinding-mirror-dinner.

 

said we’re done here.

I’m moving to Arizona now, you hear?

 

Fine. I’m sorry your back was a cutting board

because (we all do a little cutting every now and then)

 

At least your kid’s in soccer practice

what color are the Jersey’s?

3.

 

I remember silk screen

snow, dotted toothpick pine

 

trees. Aspen’s softly

raining yellow leaves

 

Red sleds. Black-top-stove-top

chimney hats

 

smoke the color of

November streaking

 

through

April’s embers.                                    

 

Then there were the zombies:

bone gnarring marrow splitting venom greening, spitting

 

Zombies.

—they ate us all.

 

 

 

 

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