Encoded in Shrouds of Elegant Math ~ 2016 2 28

Unacknowledged legislators rule by
Nuanced lines of verse not even a dunce
Alone in his corner on a high stool
Could misconstrue with multiples of pi.
Knee to the groin, doubled over in pain,
Naked as the day he was born, the once
Ogled teacher's pet lays in a rank pool
Wanked by all the indignant boys in class.
Legend has it this genius grant insane,
Encoded in shrouds of elegant math,
Denounced by the southern nobility.
Glance in his direction see shards of glass
Enounce in indistinct English your bath.
Duck under water, blood vengeance city.

"The Drunken Staircase" ~ 2016 2 9

Frost across her windowpane, Mr. Crane
Looks up at the warm lamplight, a blight
Against the brick wall, nothing to recall,
Nothing at all within the window frame.
Nothing to say to no one, as you see,
Except Mr. Crane looks up, slightly tight,
Rye whiskey in a ass-pocket, to crawl
Yearning up the staircase, up to her door.

Rest assured, Rae hears Mr. Crane dimly
Attempt to ascend the drunken staircase,
Ever ready at the chance to flee, she

Flings open the window to dive two floors,
Light as a wavelength, an acrobat's grace,
Yet still she falls, shrieking like a banshee.

"Until We Expire, Lift/The Girl Inside the Box"

Face it, the lid of a coffin, a fact
like no other. Final reward, the end.
You want it to be otherwise. You want
to believe in the Afterlife. You're racked
with guilt, sorrow, longing, despair, desire
to talk with Jennifer, a deceased friend,
a "Suicide Girl," whose memories haunt
you, her sultry voice inaudible, long gone.

Reason cannot prove this matter. Inquire
from your senses, whether you will survive
your death, this life, the one given, a gift
from whom all hypotheses start, so wrong
to advance theories from this point. Alive,
we breathe, inspire, lift each other up. Lift.