Sonnet One

a poem

If all the stars, here in this cracked sky

Were to point and shoot their flaming arrows 

And I, weeping with full moon in each eye

Could forget— oh! Spit out those hopeful sparrows,

For I am crazy with time. Ticking and clicking,

My heart and mind locked behind service bars, to be sold.

Dead, putrid and overdrawn oil slicking

Tongues, screaming backward toward that throne of plated gold.

You asked how I could love today, and love

Tomorrow. Birds that fly past angry faces

Know in sorrow, truth. Flamingo, dove,

And of course, sweet sparrow, singing, say this—

‘There, but for the grace of God, go I’

Weeping, with a full moon in each eye.