Beethoven
Notes muting themselves
in a breeze sometime whirlwind
— symphonic silence.
Hound
A beagle’s howls hang
like a question mark
— a moonless night.
As the Heathens Rage
My Sampson hair lies clumped
on barber shop floors
— half lives of defiance.
Wire Tap
If they had not tapped my phone
I know she would have called
— a farewell confession
Conniption Fit
She may as well have taken the stars
than to have left me
— shredded intentions.
Teaching me the silver bullet
That kills the full moon
In the werewolf —
She came on like an eclipse.