Selected Poems
What is in a name?
Some names are bundled, carried by striped string
wrapped in waxed paper and shoved into deep pockets.
Names pushed to the bottom and embarrassed into silence.
Other names are bottled wind, breath exchanged
passes the cheap whiskey, on the way out.
Names left empty, on the side, are spilled on the top shelf.
There are names still stuck in the throat. A neck full of
bullfrog bubble-babble, croaking in hidden corners.
These names call meekly into darkness, Come see.
My name is held in the hollow of my hand.
Small potatoes to some, but my name
rolls loaded around my palm.
A measured promise at the ready.
A sling stone, prepared now
to kill Goliath.
wrapped in waxed paper and shoved into deep pockets.
Names pushed to the bottom and embarrassed into silence.
Other names are bottled wind, breath exchanged
passes the cheap whiskey, on the way out.
Names left empty, on the side, are spilled on the top shelf.
There are names still stuck in the throat. A neck full of
bullfrog bubble-babble, croaking in hidden corners.
These names call meekly into darkness, Come see.
My name is held in the hollow of my hand.
Small potatoes to some, but my name
rolls loaded around my palm.
A measured promise at the ready.
A sling stone, prepared now
to kill Goliath.
