The Wolf Born to Riches (part of this poem is based on speculation)

rich man’s christmastime    a life-long play
offering nubile or pubescent gifts to burnt-out messiahs
torn feet that leave bloody tracks as a spectacle of love
this was    was was    was we cherish the thought
an inability to understand its emotionally scrubbed gleam
the secrets she’s been keeping behind her ears
her existence    an apple    to be bobbed for
his collection of little girls in his coat’s right pocket

there is young    there is
a bony disease that supports rotting towers
a rumored love nest    its forced teenage grins
count the bubbles from a drowning telephone to be sure
he would be caught if there were an insect alarm
orange hair behind the bars of a penthouse window 

from Trump Tics (2020)

Hearts of Light

sWOllEn hearts weep
then sleep

all that gLITters seems bRIGHT
in DARK OF NIGHT

aWAKENed at soME wee hour
rain makes a NEW FACE at the window
then erases it
THEn anOTHER NEW one
all for new eyes
until the WINDOW
SMILES BACK

wINdow FACES MAKE LIGHT
from streetlights

ALL that HAPPINESS
HIGHer than streetlight
from that height
FLOWS
down
TO EARTH

from Yew Nork (2014)