Curriculum Vitae

Gone are my feverish boyhood years

And those of my adolescent rage.

Ah, grown up now I maturely move

Toward my serene and senile age.

Another Southern Spring

I watch the magnolias flower this April

As the days go by from wet to warm,

Waiting again to see how the blooms

Pass from a phallic to a vulvate form.

Saeva Indignatio

You think the Irish are all dreamy poetry,

Blarney, Guinness, and nothing more?

I remind you: they invented the boycott, kneecapping,

And urban guerrilla war.