Poetry

Philosopher's Wool

          The Dolphin

                       after Apollinaire

          A Knight

                       Ephesians 6:16

          Convalescent

              You told me I looked well today,
              and maybe you were lying,

              but every time you look my way
              I do feel less like dying.

The Naughty Grotto

Nines

The Harvest

Eggbeater Denial

The handle turns the little wheel;
beaters spin with a ruffled sound
and whir and whirl around and round
to stiffen the glossy, lustrous mound,
inflating the glorious puffed erection
of eggs and cream and chocolate: mousse.
Gastronomy’s divine perfection!
And subsequently this confection
dissolves in my stomach, to congeal
its sordid fats in gastric juice
and impose another pound.

The Fly Between