The yowls of madness
emanate from the cat gut,
deep beneath the fur.

Against the great sky,
he who falls a great distance
registers as dust.

Just the two of us,
making a moat of our grief,
gators included.

The cat is so still.
Is he imitating wood?
Please check him for breath.

Please do not love me.
Life is short, and I will leave
your heart in limbo.

The risen Christ shops
drugstores and supermarkets
stocked with heathen hares.

If you see something,
say something, say anything.
Do not ignore it.

Do me a favor,
you charging torrents of rain:
pick a direction.

The bluest of ties
against the bluest of shirts;
professionalism.

Families from plain
states, towns, and cities carry
the loudest luggage.