IMG_3652Photograph by Diana Young

Just read the latest news by email.
A complaint of suspicious activity
At a beach hotel known for sin.
A self-professed prostitute
Identified the man in an adjacent room
As her pimp, an investigator said.
She told officers desperate lies.
Deputies arrested both of them.
Police summoned a K-9 team.
They believed drugs were in the rooms.

Deputies arrested both of them.
Felony charges of meth possession,
Promoting prostitution, resisting.
The man admitted he was pimping,
Overseeing her services,
Selling sex for money.

“They were in it together,” the Deputy said.
According to her, any token of gratitude is worth a nickel.
Likes to have a shower in the morning,
Singing that old treasure song about
The stolen figurine that comes asking for bread.

Don’t you see? Stupidity jumps both ways.
An enigma jumps both ways, too. And I think
A fly in the house is fucking cosmopolitan,
It’s like having a trained assassin stay overnight,
Or letting heartbreaking lies
Roll over us like a summer breeze.



Pinhole photograph by Diana Young.

They say the egg is an ovoid
which I always thought
was something like
Ovid, known for
his performing
eight hundred
summersaults in
towns & villages
all across Sicilia
places like Syra-
cusa and Selinunte
before he was banished
to the Outer Zone of the
Major Leagues and traded
to the Chicago Cubs along with
two outfielders and an aging spitballer
for a hotshot kid pitcher named Krimosos.

Light in the Darkness

IMG_3868(On an untitled photograph by Diana Young)

Does light in the darkness
speak to you? Do the hues,
the values, the shapes whisper
a story, choke you with a curse,
or do they permit
you to breathe
the ignited air?
No direction,
only lust?

It’s all about photons, isn’t it,
and how they jazz up the leaves?
But who can read the messages delivered
by photons screaming? What’s to be made
of what the elaborate conjuring photons
posit, set forth — dare?
Nothing’s to be made.
Photons do not conjure,
display, posit, or dare.

It’s up to you to scream, to touch
the light, caress skin
crush folds
crunch dried leaves
between your eye teeth,
chew on the message
until it comes to you
straight and singed by fire.