Judahs

The heir’s rumpled green clothes of
a dusty faced poet lounging

under, unacquainted, my not so
languid weakness;

the burning role, repleated gray,
through a parried absence,

the perforated dividing line and Davidian
chord around waist, bended,

decision, liaisoning with herds,
close, held to a foal high blight

of empty Zion’s wayless sleep.

Nation-State

The degrees of sadism astound,
as the facts, pure,
unquantified,
resound.

Oh Blues

Oh blues, o blue,
oh blu

Oh blues, o blue,
oh blu

Oh blues. O blue,
oh blu

Oh blues, o blue,
oh…bloo