Fenris-Christ

The wolf came down and
dressed himself in sheep's
clothing, his hair soft as
lambswool, his voice sweet
as the sheperd's. He hid
his fangs and from his lips
honey dripped a seething
seeming truth which inflamed
the restless mob.Then he perched
on a beam and played possum.

He said he'd return to
gather his pups at the end
and I don't doubt him.
He'd been back sooner if my
Daddy's friend hadn't bound him
tight. He's learned to make do
with one hand since.

Just 'cause he's tied up
right now don't mean Daddy
forgot about him. Daddy knows
the wolf, the wolf's people
and their evil ways and he
will not let him devour us,
gobble us up when the world's
asunder.

He will fight the good fight
even if fighting means dying.

Picker's Lament

Big fish in little pond,
how I splash around
and feel like a whore
each time I come to town.

The Chase

the chase is long
he hopes it will never end
that she'll lead him over
hill and dale, valley and glen,
tense anticipation, pulses fired,
predator hush, prey's chill of delight, arousing fear,
he'll never catch her
he'll never let her go
the chase is long

inked words are silent
inked as I drown in sound
plaintive fiddle cry
banjo plunk thumps pulpits
dulcimer lifts her skirts
and dances a sprightly jig

His Girl's In CA

All the miles of black telephone lines hosting choruses of small birds,

Every startled satellite blinking silent in space,

Rows of shining white keys before a glowing monitor,

Can never be warm lips in the morning,

A silent look of knowing,

An arm draped possesively loving in the deep black of night.

The Tiger

rusted projections
like damp leaves
slap against me
in the gale of your rage.

they cling with clammy
need for a moment yet
they always fall away
before a skeleton impression
makes a lasting sketch
on flesh innocent and clean.

The Little Fish

The little fish have no
expectation of me.
They are thin slimy
lengths of dark pearl
and content to be so.

The dapper blue jay
with his precise, minute
patterns of deftly-shaded blue
has no hold upon me
nor I on him and so
we sit and watch
the little fish
in peace.

You murmur hello and
my silence
dissapoints you,
your expectation of reply.
You are not simple
as the fishes,
free as the jay.

I am student of fish,
bird, river, tree
and when you leave
my heart pretends
it's stone.

Bad Poem

tapping toe steadily
I listen silently
as the sound fills me
like
the roar
of
a
mighty waterfall.
then I leave quickly,
jerk-off my voice
where no one can hear.