A Canticle On Crap

Crap! When you don't give a crap
about crap, you just don't give a crap,
which isn't crappy because
giving a crap makes you feel crappy,
and that's a bunch of crap,
so walk away when crap happens
and let someone else clean it up,
if they give a crap, which most don't,
but remember that ignoring crap stinks
and might be the cause of all the crap,
and that's really pretty crappy.

Reflections

It is autumn outside the thin skin
of glass I stare through to see
a single leaf drift down
from its mother tree, leaving
her bony skeleton shivering
inside a frigid breeze
while her thin, barked arms
stretch heavenward in sorrow.

She will die now for a time, bough-bent,
naked against winter's wrath
until spring brings life to her limbs.

And within my cocoon,
I consider my streaked reflection
in the pane, wondering when
autumn will find me, waiting
for that quiet tap on the glass
that says, "I know you're in there."

Negative Space

Silence sits on my lips like a snake,
slithering its slippery tongue out
through a scaly slot to sense
that single second when the strike
cannot miss its mark.
Coiled, my silence teasing
uncertainty into your words,
I wait
for that perfect pause
to fill
with the fruit of my fangs.