Blessed Be Woman

That shiny golden cross
is a beacon to the lost

Dangling proudly erect
just above your ample chest

Guiding wandering eyes
to the plunging neckline
and the canyon exposed
in a grand confluence monument
to the spiritual and animal
needs of man

That sly smile discreet

when our eyes did meet

was divine revelation

and a shared confirmation

of my duel admiration

Tis a Troubled Puzzlement

Too many loose pieces
clutter up the puzzle

Our former point of reference
now nothing but a faded picture

Masters of the Universe
have gone missing

Reliable sources now insist
they never really existed

Which means there is no salvation

We are on our own for answers

(sweeps puzzle off table)

(assumes fetal position)

Guns and Sympathy

Let us bow our heads
over the mangled corpses
of the latest nightmare

Victims of our sins
who would not have died
if only we had done our duty
to protect humanity
instead of taking the blood money
which paid for today's
prayer of hypocrisy