been having issues with teeth
and insurance these past few weeks
waiting to get my mouth examined
for sharp pain at its core
and today I found a decent dentist
who accepts my bad insurance
and after the assistant’s questions
after the x-ray the dentist
lowers my chair
for a closer look when fire
men tell us to evacuate
due to a gas leak
and now I’m with the dentist
and his staff in the parking lot
poison in the air
talking Cleveland sports
and root canals
but the building never
that doesn’t mean strangers
didn’t rush to the scene
(originally published in Edison Literary Review, Spring 2020)
Starlight is not equal in the petroleum sky.
Homes know the ocean
but not their owners– cliff’s edge.
Striated fireworks stake and fall,
hurriedly carted by fragile marbles.
Oil salts the earth to lust–
a red akin to blood
and romance seen in films,
romanticism violently envisioned
and burrowed for the claw
of the excavator, millionaire muck
gushed from leaking faucets.
The piping is consistent:
the toilets flush twice– to be sure.
These are where the fingerprints mingle
to create their own pulse– voyeur beats.
So fill your tank with Grey Goose.
Drink Utopia first. There is no price
for luxury but the cost in lost days–
(originally published in altered form in Little River – Issue #4)