I Can Smell The River
Wind gutted fields.
Poplars bent over and fucked by the wind.
Wind raped barns, howl of a wind blind dog.
Generations of corn stalk knocked to the ground
Wind peeled houses the color of shuck
fallen on their backs in hay
bleached blond as a woman’s hair.
From where I am I can smell the river.
A Banker Among Farmers
I love the shape of your mouth
as you lie.
Your tongue is a curved and rusted sickle.
Your harvest lips draw back like competing messiahs
before a congregation of teeth.
You Say My Heart Is A Church House
You say my heart is a church house
with seven windows facing a soybean field.
You say the million stars over my rooftop
are a million reasons to live.
But I say I would take God by the throat
and never let go of him til I was