Terrorrhea

Egocentric philanthropist,
Rub some Vicks near your eyes
So you can muster up tears,
Cry a brook and write another
Book. The cockroaches need more
Disposable coffee-table saviors.
Or you could save a tree instead.
Maybe if money was the flower,
Maybe if ratings were the fruit.
Hurry, don't step on your own feet,
You've got a congregation
Converting to a conflagration.
They'll paint this town freedom
And let it ring, like a phone
No one would bother to answer.

If you would like to make a call,
Please hang up and dial again.
If this is an emergency,
Please hang up and dial 911.

Be Longing

Carpenter bees bored a hole in the wood
Framing my window, wagged their way inside;
Unable to leave, trapped themselves for good.
Between window and screen, they slowly died.

Outside, in the mailbox, resides a nest.
I can think of few places worse to build
Such a shelter for growth and deserved rest.
Hatchlings lay hot, smothered, entombed by bills.

Here I am, but little inconvenienced
By these poor inadvertent intrusions.
Wings seem suddenly less advantageous;
I'm quite pleased with my accommodations.

Eternity as Long as You

Dumb and free, dead
Crackling from mouths
Like a droning signal
Sprawled across time
Thrumming sound loops
Spinning uninterrupted
Needle locked in the groove
Having reached the center
Needle locked in the groove
Spinning uninterrupted
Thrumming sound loops
Sprawled across time
Like a droning signal
Crackling from mouths
Dumb and free, dead