Two Poems
Attack Of The Insular Theologies
The only witness
to the tripping
was on his hands and knees.
He described the victim's body
as being in a state of distress,
all arms and revolutions.
He claimed no affiliation
with a suspect seen fleeing
and considered it a coincidence
that they both resembled old men.
Their hair disappointed,
and they retained few skills
to transform habitable areas
into neighborhoods.
A Mime Trained In Elephant
You know the story
a young man shows promise,
white gloves never worn too arbitrarily,
and then something goes terribly wrong.
Nineteen months of incarceration
for repeated loitering.
The mistake, standing too still
on one leg.
Nights wandering the waterfront,
even the fog is in denial.
The long look down into what was water,
now a thick, breathing Carthaginian skin.