Red Lane

A woman my grandfather gave whiskey
had a portrait of Robert E. Lee in every room;
General Lee, that is, Great Nineteenth Century Historian
of the Netherlands. May she accept this distraught bouquet.

THE WORD IS MY WITNESS

THE WRITER LIVED
TO TELL THE TALE:
THE KILLING & THE TELLING,
RAIN, A JAIL, THE BLOOD, THE SPILLING & THE SWELLING,

BUT WHY ON EARTH
SHE BROKE HIS HEART
HE TRULY COULD NOT SAY.
WE ALL MUST DIE BUT NOT TODAY.

La Madre de Dios

I was washed by the color of my mother's eyes.
It washed away everything, even the rhymes.

Through The Teeth

Truth's not sought; it's told.

The Writer

Required three things: a wound, the need to lie, & steady income.