Glorified Pelican

I had it wrong, misinformed by a

pelican. Stuck his head in

the sand, clamored on and on

about glorified violence. Something about

the letter G but I couldn’t

understand. So I sent the bastard

home with a bag of weed

and clipped wings, so the beautiful children

could learn to hate.

Robin

Not Anymore

and forest rain

and bludgeoned seal

but nowhere - not

here

and promiscuous wife

and serrated blade

but nothing - not

this

for daylight orgies

for holes in the knees of my jeans

but someone - any

one

and ceilings of ice

and stained glass prison bars

but never - not

now

and ferris wheel divers

and 151 and valium

and now - not

anymore