Whither Men Scarce Ever Come

“Brown and awful, caramel chars / the edge of the orchid’s wilting petal, // so called from the Greek / for testicle, a biker’s lighter’s fluid ignites // pastel…”

Take It Up with My Maker

“Save your complaint’s anger for some saviour / whose divine nature has more patience than / my flawed design does to deal with strangers, / take it up…”