[Saint Josephine expired today]

Saint Josephine expired today,
she shriveled up and died away.

A paragon of gentle caution
mired by a prime display.

A complex set of wired devices
her parietal phlebitis.

And though natural; on display
laid upon the floor to pray.

Simplex, simplex eager rage,
a charismatic lust,

--God in the machining thrust?
--a crimson heart inside her bust.

In Soil

If you love winning
and cellular phones
and drones

Let out a l'chaim
we'll collide

we'll dance together
eat pie.

and the slide
is alive
we'll divide
the spoils
in soil.

Even one
millirad
is to much radiation.

Your starships
in orbit
over some pathetic world

are running low
on power
and whatever
currency
you monkeys use,
--pebbles...

--Today
desperation's
gain a foothold

where every road
that rounds a bend,

comes back to
itself again.

A tranquil bird
in solipsistic glee,
likened to me
irreparably,
to drown the sea.

So when the creature
in your young and
supple neck
your beauty mark
you make me sick
will burst forth in
a bloody fit,

like a vendetta'd thing.

It's sopping wings,
can't help me, please.
and falling to the ground
--your knees.

You writhe tonight
and rise,
to writhe
and bloody hooves,
a slice of pie.