
“hide in the bushes,/imagine we’re soldiers on patrol,/evading the Krauts and the Japs.”
“hide in the bushes,/imagine we’re soldiers on patrol,/evading the Krauts and the Japs.”
“Why does she ask forgiveness?/For what and from whom?/Why does she call herself/a mountain tiger?”
“One of these days,/the guy with the rod won’t be so kind./This is why we hear about the liars,/hypocrites and crooks like Spiro Agnew,/Richard Nixon, Jimmy Swaggart,/Bernie Madoff, Sam Bankman-Fried…”
“Her long hair, the color of her pants,/falls down her back. She has what appears to be a flower tucked behind her left ear.”
“There’s also a roadside historical marker/noting the massacre of the Lee family/by ‘an Indian war party’ in 1782.”
“What magnificent coordination. A ballet/on wheels. Impossible, but there it was/day after rainy day, not one collision.”
“So here I am in the Radnor Township/Police Department Drunk Tank/in a white paper jumpsuit, shoelaces/removed to be sure I don’t hang myself…”