Beast
Newspapers piled
Like scattered leaves.
Instinct battles domesticity.
Stoic defender–
Like a Grenadier,
Silent, in front of the stove,
Until morning comes.
The can opener’s whirr
Says it’s ok
To forgo the hunt.
Workshop Poem
And turned to the boy on the mountain, saying,
Play it again, Sam.
Like a dog munching on a fish,
Or a chef boiling his wife.
Smashing the ninth laptop,
Shards of broken plastic filter down
Into the ectoplasm,
While boys on skateboards zoom by.