Two Poems

Profane geometry

My mind is delinquent

It runs in bad circles

It gets what it gives

so it gets nothing

My body revolts

against my will to sit still

and be calm and

breathe quietly

Slow decline from the

bloodbath of my youth

sets an example for

my brothers and my sisters

The dispossessed and

the unrigorous and

the alienated

This is but one of many

teachable moments

of a life misspent

I enjoy my symptom

more than you can imagine

I will sing you a song

about how even flowers

are bought and sold

Love is real

Enemies of us

anonymously diagnose

one breakup per month

as a symptom

of sex addiction

There is much to be said

for the repugnance

of our actions

Praise and honor

for our contributions

to human suffering

Lonely people alone

at computers

disrespect the heart

for free

Scaffold language

around social order

to conceal

the terrifying truth

This forbidden thing

is all there is

Life has nothing else

to offer