and we tasted life
with its blend

of sickeningly sweet
flavored desires

such as
the earth the sky

the water and their
cornucopia of garish

reds oranges
electric blues

and we didn't have much
you and I

but what we had
we revered like we were

smelling and swirling
the finest of bouquets

Whit Howland © 2020

i couldn't tell you where
but she was surfing on her own
salty water in her hair
and a ribcage full of stone

We sit by the pool,
staring at the bloodied sun,
and watch the ash fall.

Brief visit in the garden

At first I cast myself
     as Eve
  just seemed logical

On second thought -
    I was the apple

I see the memory of
      my juices dripping
          from your chin

America as madhouse
Babbling all around

Jet planes in the air
Tombstones in the ground

I threw a rolling stone
Gilgul in my mind

Que selah selah
Farewell and be kind.