The Prisoner’s Got Class

Today I wore black and white stripes to school

the t-shirt of a fledgling jailbird.

I tardily took my seat as they closed the door

and smiled the coy smile of one who has confirmed herself to be

properly dressed for an occasion.


Yellow gorse
the smell of coconut
a bunny in the grass
waiting for me to pass
Unmoving and still
except for his twitching nose
Perhaps he thinks himself
successfully camouflaged or else
he must be exceedingly brave
or exceedingly foolish
Boldly, he holds my gaze
until, smiling, I depart on my way

Smoke in Your Lungs

You have perverted that symbol of life, breath,

contaminated it with the prospect of death

and behind grey fog you like to hide

a face contemplating slow suicide.


– E

The Book Collector

The stack of books never ceases to grow

I gaze fondly upon the titles

like one admiring wall art.

Inside one of them, Derek Walcott whispers

that the rustle of tree leaves is a lament

for all the pages of unread books.

This too has become white noise.

I have given over collecting images and ideas

for the satiating vision of prospective knowledge

–the promise of a tomorrow in which those vessels

will unleash all of their finely bound secrets.


– E


Sunny disposition

I smiled at a passerby
because the sun was out today
and I was like a ray of light
shining on all upon my way
Warmth on my skin
still warmer in my chest
Yes, it was a good day
for heaven to have blessed

Crescent companion

Silver crescent moon
hanging delicately on a chain
like an upside down trapeze artist
She unclasps it, smiles,
places it around her daughter’s neck

we do not need to see the moon
to know it is always there

Saturday Morning

Once again, nothing to report

except that the sun melted through the window blinds today

and the light, streaked across the closet door in lines, long

woke me before the lawnmower had the chance

to begin his guttural song


– E


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