"Thinking A Gift Gone"
There are those who heave it away fast
Some sordid place void of diamonds
Screams produce frantic shadows bitter with death
Ships rust in water, the iron raw from sea spray
A thousand elaborate moments recall Spring
Moon chained to mad chants hot with worship
An easy road trip under soaring smooth Goddess
White lather sweating pink fluffy headache
Essential drive pounding blue shine like rain
TV drunk and tongue wanting to moan cool language
Knife could meat smell blowing repulsive blood
Love floods their need out
Incubating the day about languid milk
Ask the fiddle and tell the rose
Why we watch the forest live
Ugly stares show my petals
Sherman R. Buck
December 20, 1995