31 May 2016 – A Single Burning Ruby

A single burning ruby
high atop a power pole,
and a thousand singing crickets
lay a stillness on my soul.

There’s madness in our metaphors,
we’ve fallen in too deep.
We stick our heads in ovens
and we jump from lover’s leaps.

A stack of pizza boxes
and a rerun on TV –
forget the curb’s confessions,
THIS is poetry to me.