The Irregular Quarterly

Laguna Beach, Ca, Magazine, 1986

Bouquets Of Bones

for Florida's electric chair

Couple of boys
tortured a girl to death
at a swimming party
in the thrill of holding forth
the vicious rose's torn red dress.
Today they fry
while sitting in a chair.
Society's unwobbling pivot,
Just in spades,
removes them to where
boys and girls cannot be
pardoned from
or exiled from.
Where water, air and earth
jolt away in hideous fire.

…While the blue sheep feed
close by the hermitage.

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The Irregular Quarterly, 1986, Vol. 3, No. 3

La Llorona

streets of Juarez

From sodium vapor suns
ticked off moths fall away
into the pit of the street.

One day it was O'er
that storm in a bug
begging on wall street

Above the water palaces
a wise star is bleeding fire
like a wound in the eastern sky

A female voice wails in the night
“O my children, you are lost,
where shall I hide you?”

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