Naked Dorm Roaming

Suite A32 clutched their chests
and scurried to clutch their breasts.
In a suite party of such sweet
laughter and honesty,
they knew not to hold their giggles,
but they knew to hold their towels tightly.
it was naked joy, naked trust,
naked loyalty and naked respect.
naked memories of naked respect.

Michael's Kidnappers

Michael W's kidnappers were performers, conductors
conducting a dance of conducting themselves
which left the rest conducted.

Of course the boy's health was the first
thing before and because that's why
arms shrouded any ability to stop
arms that both gently escorted
and hurriedly assured their right.
Arms that assured rights visually in Rolex, diamond ring
Versace and Vera Bradley clutch bags clutching
this boy into the beamer, now beyond Bryant Park.

though oddly words never met actions
and that was the genius, the beauty of the show.

A Poem for LGT on a Rainy Day

we're in this room because of rain
cramped together, uncomfortable and together
not expecting and expecting
in our thoughts, in our writings
what a brilliant idea on this
particular and particularly rainy day.
we will write personally and we
will write uncomfortable and together.

Yale in the Rain

An institution of higher learning
looks far better in the rain.
In the rain, buildings are adorned with imposing cornices, archways
scowling hyenas as gargoyles and corners are tinged green
and some stones are lost in the
run-off from class to office.
People only come out in pumps and loafers.
Neighbors only come out alone with collars and briefcases.
In the rain, an institution of higher learning.