Sunday, November 30, 2008

Trouble in Paradise

Trouble in Paradise

There is gunfire
       in the garden;
             a single shot
                   ringing out
                         to mark the passage

of some delicate temptation.

There is gunfire
       in the garden;
             and he licks the salt
                   from lips wrapped

tightly about the barrel.

There is gunfire
       in the garden;
             tart splattering passion,

two unclothed and innocent.

There is gunfire
       in the garden;
             one walking away
                   covered in satisfaction

considering himself             God.