POEMS TO BURN

MOULDERING HEADBAND

FOR THE AUGUST MOON

Sing crumbling song

Soothe the throat

with some butterscotch

Jim Bodeen

THE MAN ON THE CORNER

WHO FLIES THE TRUMP FLAG

INCORRECTLY BELOW THE STARS AND STRIPES?

He's a hire.

Jim, you don't know that!

I do.

It was revealed.

I trust the source.

Jim Bodeen

THIS WAKING

He couldn't shake it

He couldn't make it be known

This hot parched burning

Jim Bodeen

AFTER A BICYCLE RIDE

EARLY SUNDAY MORNING

            "I'm so sorry you have a neighbor

    who flies the Trump flag." A friend

It's easier to drive by

the flag

than it is to enter

the sanctuary

and sit in the pew

Jim Bodeen

DREAMING THE SYLLABLE COUNT

I was there but I wasn't

I wasn't there but I was

The body is the bread of heaven

The place where God speaks

Jim Bodeen

August 3-8, 2017