Gail Zappa, RIP


Who ripped lawyers like a pit bull 
to protect the value of 
her husband's legacy.

The Gail I'm waiting for
will drag me out of the past,
boot me in the ass, instruct me to hear something 

new in Willie the Pimp, grin and crack a joke,
then whisper in my ear 
of all that I'm still worth.





Fucked


Purely. It happens. 
The days are brown and heavy 
as cordwood and you carry the load wherever you go 
until you too are made of wood. Let’s say 
once you were a tree, making love to the sun. 
Your arms were open wide, but grasped nothing, 
not the sun, the moon, or the planetary winds. 
Whatever lands, lands. And the axe did.





This Poem Won't Save My Life


But I don't want my life.
I want to be a wolf
nosing in the boundless 
snows of the page.