Oh God, help me

keep my fingers above my waistline

and away from the filth at my hairline

give me a song so I can tap to the bass line

and not sit counting all pastime

that I’ve scratched neatly into rows on my neckline

tally marks in a straight line

each fifth thrown across like a lifeline

that I miss and watch sink into the blue tide

my God, did I even try?


Green Window

Mary in the dark room
with the green window
and the ceiling that sprinkles warm rain
dances like a lonely demon
gasping and sighing
writhing against a phantom frame.