Thief of Self

DEVIL has no horns,
MURAL won’t hold his image. Only fallen boundaries show his presence.
SNEAK thief brags he got away, yet devil shadowed; more than property went missing.
LEGGY burlesque dancer can’t recall the moment devil misstated her worth.

Schliemann Need Not Apply

GLAZE catches eyes on pot shards in current stratum,
FLINT and microliths wait at deeper levels,
STOOPed volunteers brush and catalog, will for years.
ABUSE kept at bay, this dig is by the numbers.

Tacit

TACIT for 200 bars, I read, and
WRING my Bass Clarinet hands.
TODAY, it appears, I’m forced to
DWELL in the wasteland of military bands.

River Flowing To a Final Sea

TODAY. How many left? What fixed place where I might
DWELL? How inhabit a current? Who can pause in time?
WRING a memory from today, but what will contain it?
TACIT most days: today’s a drop in a river flowing to a final sea.