Sam Silva

 

 

 

For All the May Day Fools

 

 

Though I love late winter rain

and those mindless ways

in which I swim

 

dousing all the pain

rattling the tin

and pouring out the days

like coffee in a mug.

 

Brother innocence

so soon is beaten down

by jealous, angry, hate

 

...cheap sentiment...you teary thug!

Rock-hard and loud

and kissing flags and pissing beer!

Murdering each earnest clown

too blind to know your sin.

 

...oh we await

that sickened judgment

holding up the angry crowd.

 

Come a Spring like bitter April!

...every bully

and his leer...!

 

 

 

Quick Mart Evangelicals 

 

 

As born again mercy day by day

witnessing to Jude the Insane,

 

We say "Despair, not depression, attacks the brain,"

squeezes the brain through cheesecloth

...a moral residue of despair, this rain,

these rainy times

and this weepy war.

 

"Terrorists attack the flag!"

But it all just seems like a head cold. Sneezes

fill the paper bag.

Tissues wipe away the pain.

 

She says "But money can cause a real depression;

Think about that

for a minute, Jack."

 

Yeah "The sausage was fat

with a full six pack

at Sunday night's convenience store."

 

Now everything is as skinny as Jeezes

and we pray all night

for a tall delight

 

"and we spend like a bum

and feel like a whore"

 

 

 

 

Sam Silva © 2008