Dog Eat Dog
The woman in the brownstone
saw him from her second-story
window and called the cops.
When
they arrived
they found the man
sitting on the curb,
eating a dead dog.
Blood and hair
covered the man’s
mouth.
Eyes Manson-like,
he growled
and snarled
when the officers approached.
The woman ran
out of her house
in
her curlers
and green Spandex;
"I saw the whole thing,
officers!
The dog bit him first!"
First
published in The Pittsburgh Quarterly
In the Summer of Cancer
And we'll say baby ain't it all worthwhile
when the healing has begun
-- Van Morrison
Butterfly weed flamed orange
in fields of chickory and vetch,
the white stars of snakeroot
glowed
in the shade
of shagbark and beech.
The blues were out of season
and the bitchy crows
had no complaints.
When
I asked you to put on
your pretty summer dress,
that's all you wore
as we walked down laurel
and hawthorne
avenues
to our favorite kip
in the sumac grove.
And when you took off
your red dress, we thought
the
healing had begun.
For awhile, at least -- a brief time
in the sun -- your hair grew back,
your veins were rivers,
your lungs had cleared.
Beyond our hills, Homer's reaper
was stuck in a ditch
and yes, yes, yes
we were
screaming.
First Published in The Pittsburgh Post-Gazette
Holy Loss and the Benefits of Adversity
the one-armed man said,
"I caught a fish this big!"
*
the deaf-mute and his blind wife
were very happy. He couldn't
hear her complaints, and she
couldn't see his.
*
one morning, the man with Alzheimers
woke up laughing, and said,
"he who laughs laughs, laughs laughs!"
*
over a lifetime, the old blind woman
had developed 20/20 vision
in her third eye.
*
when the man in Kansas searched through
his belongings after he lost everything
in a tornado, he found in himself, what
until then he never knew he had.
First published in
PoetryMagazine.com