Just one bite

It isn’t hidden in bold type
Curious fonts or muted prints
Suggestive eyes
Asking you to examine your soul.

Heigh-ho!  Doc cycles to work
Through the jungle and drama
Of DIY and organic palaces
A sugarless plot to hide upon time.

And where’s the magician?
The old romantic? The satirist?
The poet-singer still entreating?
I’m wishing.

I don’t know how to be seduced
or make the truth bite.
It just gently gnaws.

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Anthem

What does town do?
With its ashes dug well–
conscience-burning rot
Clocked its cutout tongues

Sucked off the years
And fluked into fate
With grit and shovel
Anthem’s flamed holler.

Don’t mouth concern, star.
You pushed them over
The edge of the drum
Into red and blue despair

Stoked your rafters lined
With acres of pink bluff-
So thick the snow won’t melt.
And see, dusk’s turned its last eye.