Look At Your Hands

I have lived on a farm, not just visited. I have trudged through great mountains of pig shit, pled With a damn milk cow as she stood on my foot For four gallons of sweet cream, as white as sand On Ozarks levee.  I have made salt butter and cream cheese, pressed The cloths of thin whey, and drank theContinue reading “Look At Your Hands”

“A Social Kind of Privacy”

Office work weren’t always in cubes.Got Rob Propst to thank for that.1968, and he built walls for workers,Walls for focus, walls for barriers. No Friends beyond a wall. Walls make Enemies of outsiders. The 60’s was filled with walls,An Iron Curtain, still not enough to keep the fallout,‘Cause Vlad Putin thinks we need another war.Continue reading ““A Social Kind of Privacy””

Elegy of the Midwest

He who do, does.He who don’t, don’t.Really, simple as that. He who is, was,he who ain’t, ain’t.Why argue ’bout it?Take time with it,the meaning a does.When the doing ain’tdone, it becomes don’t.No matter what it waswhatcha meant by that.Y’all walk along thatdivide, of what itmeant, or why it wasmeant for them who does.Life grows oldContinue reading “Elegy of the Midwest”

A.C. Moore Sonnet 4: Singularity

The first infinity. Compressed zeros,A point of mass finely pressed in the dark.Between stars and milk spilt in the cosmos,God’s toolbox works gravities endless lark. There it is, beyond that far horizon,The enthroned singularity, hidden.In the shredded matter, quarks and bosons,A force, by which even light is ridden. Hidden. Indeed. We see only partlyVia math,Continue reading “A.C. Moore Sonnet 4: Singularity”

Earth Voice

A Villanelle Cicada calls astound the pines,Memorial of autumn night,Apotheosis by designs.And air rings through man’s empty mines,Earth ear from which bats oft take flight,Cicada calls astound the pinesIn twilight umber. View the shrines,Memorials to sound and sight–Apotheosis by designs.And Kami borne among those lines,Now stand on earth, in awful might!Cicada calls, astound the pines!EarthContinue reading “Earth Voice”

Stellar Sailors Shanty

A Pantoum by A.C. Moore Out in the black the stars are a burning, Power the heart of our great voyager, Celestial wheels they are a turning, We’re feeding the mouths of each pioneer. Power the heart of our great voyager On heavy metals and radiation. We’re feeding the mouths of each pioneer Adrift inContinue reading “Stellar Sailors Shanty”