Arnold and The Housekeeper

Recognition recognizes the not too alien connect.
Lords of Manor have always ravaged chamber maids.
Or was that the other guy of the International Monetary Fund?

Doberman Winker

Beat them silly till there's little left of them.
Let enough of them survive that we may have dessert.
We are superior. They are inferior.
They are vermin that mustn't be allowed to thrive.

When the bombs began to fall on us,
how terrible... We felt betrayed.

A Space for Us

Somewhere near, somewhere far
no one knows me in those spaces
I who nose me more than anyone.

In The Bowels of Ghiza

If we mummies could speak, we'd curse the embalmers.
They bound us so tight, it's hard to fart.

Such a notable pharaoh was I, to this day, I possess two living rooms;
one in the King's Chamber, the other in time.

On second thought, I do believe we need more mummies,
and consequently, we need more morticians.

The Bodies We Occupy

Ends and beginnings touch.
Dressed metallic the train travels.
lighting does not bother.

Storm's approach stirs weeds between the track.
Ancestry maps the face of us passengers,
we all captives of the moment.

Home and Garden

The cherry tree has done remarkable.
"Gardening is amazing, " says Thornton to his partner.
"It's beautiful," responds Sybil
who generally sweats more than he out there.

They ascend the stairwell
to their darkened, air conditioned bedroom,
to make love for what remains of the Sabbath
this month of June just starting.

Vibrations under Foot

Strolling the beach, knee-high in surf,
won't necessarily save you from drowning.
Unseen may come to snag and drag you to an early demise.

From Chile to New Zealand, Earth is rocked.
The shakes replicate. Old patterns no longer are valid,
not in politics, nor in finances, not in the variables of weather.