TWO POEMS

AN AGE AND AN EAR AGO


Are you saying my poetry is dark?
because it feels light to me in its shedding
there a goodness in the ear and slackness in the jaw
with 7 miles to go before we lay our bodies down
worked up into a stupid, I meant stupor



A LITTLE SONG TO COOL THE SPIRITS

Mine delight.
Sing this night.
Carry, carry low
The torches from below.

Mine delight.
Ignore the slight
Dampness of the fist.
You're pissed.