The Driving Engine of His Mouth
outraces the stoplight in his brain.
2 a.m.
The last loud mouth
bumbled out the door
leaving the smell of beer
and a welcome silence
Like a Metal Cart on Wheels
sailing wildly down a hill
the boy flings arms and legs and shouts
the madness of summer
Billy's Song
This song's for Billy
his favorite tune
She holds the last note
in a shrill quaver
Puts hand over heart
tosses damp earth
over his casket
If Only
These two little words
when repeated
throughout a life
have the power
to destroy
all
