MISSION TO TEXAS
(Hurricane Harvey aftermath, 2017)
The drone of drills amidst this constant clamor
Of deconstruction — screw and power saw,
Spoiled insulation piles the hue of straw
Ripped out with force, by crowbar ...
DISASTER RELIEF
Three cuts I’ve gotten from the box knife’s blade,
and needlessly I wonder — will they heal?
as we remove debris for those who stayed.
My last guess in the word game ...
THE ‘F’ WORD
My mother would withhold from me most news,
Because my constant questions — like a plague
Of locusts — flew at her, till she would lose
Her patience, as I lost ...
FROM LACK OF LOVE, I WILL NOT EVER DIE . . .
From lack of love, I will not ever die,
so may the stingy, cold, and lordly rage
imprisoned with pride inside ...
