born Amish
imagine that
hand picked
by the big guy
carry the mission
buggy and horse

born polish
let’s make some sausage
buy some intestines
filled with ground stuff
so tasty
imagine that

born Irish
the wall crucifixion
saints in every room
chasing the savior
reality in glasses
so simple so pure

West Virginia
NPR
4 hours of
cherished classical music
every morning
bending
until the afternoon

who
would have thought

a one and miss Terry
and of course
all things considered
ending in a mountain
song

at the bue lake
winter ice and snow
hearing summer
an oboe concerto
on the grass
on a blanket
tasting
the pine trees breathe

one at a time
let’s go disappear
eat some cheese
melted
defining ignorance
then it fizzled
a body sculptured
in silence
called another craze

today
will set myself on fire
bury my ashes

picture this
hitchhiking
the road open
life without seatbelts
the thrill of the destination

hollywood followed
accessories choosing
a scar
must be fashion
making me feel
special

for awhile there
felt like wearing a
noose
life in a cornfield

then the world screams
put on a hat
cried in a hankie
opened a bottle of
tears

made it all work

bizarre badge of honor
heart felt gesture
ten cheering
loyalty and love
relaxing in a mud bath

nobody fits in
shooting a question
cracked a door open
life in an ant farm

grew tired of waiting
here’s a toy
the appalled nothing
creating radio drama

old school heroine
stupidities badge
here’s your spotlight

think I’ll drink some tang