The Philosopher’s Verse

If I’m gonna think or do anything
might as well mean something to someone
is more or less what philosophers thought
in every battle that came to pass
blood was spilled for a thousand ruby stones
before forests gave way to our flames
I stood with my family atop the promontory
overlooking plains of restless buffalo. Continue reading The Philosopher’s Verse

To Heaven

The neurotic old man one day found
an old journal of hieroglyphic scratches
and where creases ran into flesh
was a face of rumpled Christmas sweaters. Continue reading To Heaven