June Collage Poem: Evil
Baggy trouser party I will vote for you!
Faded flowers, flowing emotions
Jumping over invisible cats
A stucco heron stalks a halting river
Three bags full, why three, why he, evil be
Evil wears many faces
Ginger Dorris offered peanuts
I bruise easily. My shelter is flimsy
And fragmented. It tastes of shallowed wounds
Sometimes it's a blessing
When a train is late, sometimes we rejoice
When the blast is only thunder.
Where dark sin creeps in
Tick tock: keep the rhythm
Push the door,
Let dark sin in.