Jane

There was a girl
Briefly loved
Who faded from
Memory
No poems were
Written about her
Though she was lovely
And had a warm heart
She faded from
Memory
I think of her
Every now and then
And when I do
It is only because
I’m trying to remember
The people I’ve forgotten
The people
Who loved me

Geeks

He loves her like
Little boys love spaceships
And she him
Like little girls
In high school theater
Anticipate a weekend
Renaissance festival

She feels as good
As Q-tips digging
Deep In his ear
And he does not
Differ much from the
Coziest of all Teddy Bears
With the softest hairs
And eyes plucked out

Algebraically speaking
His Y and her X intersected
Forming a perfect
Origin
Upon which all other
Things will be graphed

An Empty Face

Oh, my God,
My God
I’ve been asked
To believe
You’ll have to forgive me
When I fail to concede
You think
Some know
I doubt for lack of proof
The great chicken and egg
Aquinas used
And I laughed when
David broke William’s watch
Forgive me, Father
For I know what I do
I’ll more readily give
My allegiance to
Dragons and Unicorns
Than to you
Oh, Ruler of Negative Space
To take no form
An empty face
I only ask for one small thing
May I change my mind
When I hear the angels sing?