Public + Free by Subscribe to Posts
May 31, 2024
January 30, 2025
TODAY IS TODAY
Noon to midnight and day bright until 9:00 p.m.
Sunday my father worked hard ad ministering
the work of God free of complaint keeping doubt
for his wastebasket where he spit sunflower seed
shells carefully, as meticulous as his thoughts leaving
doubt for his secret notebook the one he kept
locked in his mind room scarce, even Canada
could haunt his thinking his hiatus hernia came
pinching, but compared to the mold country
rotting away for centuries he could bare pain
seemed small price to pay for his children
not to follow him into the verily verily church
where he said “Today is the day
the Lord hath made, be glad in it for God’s
sake remember we are called the silent in the land
Do not ride water and snow machines, not on a day like today
better the world be seen in its glory quietly
in the sun, in the wind in the rain just one day, today.
– revision written by Victor Enns
– May 31, 2024, in the presence of Gus.
TETHER BALLS
January 24, 2025
I am not yet at peace with my medication.
Some days I feel like I play tether ball,
my selves anticipate the approaching danger
balls
swinging toward me but I can not see them
until I am smashed in the face,
mid-Jagger swagger,
lose my balance, and fall to my knees.
I cover my head with my hands.
Not even Julio on the schoolyard.
The ball bounces against the pole, slows
to a final click and the screen goes dark.
OFF THE CUFF
January 17, 2025
SPHINX
(for Gus)
Stinks.
QUAINT
Ain’t
L.OST
Cost
CONFESSIONS (For performance, I guess)
LET ME BEGIN
Hear me hear me hear me!
Believe me believe me believe me!
Bam bam! bam!
I think
because I can
Bam bam bam!
My brother’s dead
he caught the shoulder
not mine
Bam bam bam
Tumbling tumbling
tumbleweed
Bam bam bam
I cry
Because I can
Bam bam bam
I write
Because I can
Bam bam bam.
Listen.