And God Blessed Them, Saying, Be Fruitful and Multiply

I daydream: it’s snowing out
and two people, a man and a woman,

make love upon the white pillows
of flurries. Their fingers are purple

and their toes are turning black,
but their eyes remain focused

on each other, as if whispering
that there is nothing else in this world

to live for. No such thing as love,
just that one moment of euphoria

surging down from one into another
fighting its way to generate life

for no purpose
other than to reproduce again.

And in this thought, half-fearing
that it is the truth

and half-hoping that it is not,
I wonder, who does God pray to?
 
 
 
 
…as published in The Collage, 2010.

Elephants are the only mammals that can’t jump

I wonder what they do when they’re frightened.

The apocalypse is nearing.
Will they join arms and pray for a future?
They have no arms to join.

We will scream, “CHEERS TO THE LIFE WE’VE LIVED!”
Lift our glasses up high,
and never once think of the elephants.

And the elephants will lift their noses to the sky,
toot trumpets in harmony,
and lift all four legs off the ground at once.

The world will cave in,
our drinks will spill,
and the elephants will have a hearty laugh.
 
 
 
 
…as published in The Collage, 2010.