The Devil’s Preacher

My daddy was a preacher
 With the Devil at his feet
 A mostly sinful creature
 Who no woman could defeat
 He preached the Word, the pastor
 Preaching Hell’s eternal fire
 But he was not the master
 Giving in to his desire
 The Devil was his teacher
 Filling him with lustful heat
 Yes, my…

The Fullest Eclipse of the Moon

In the sky is an eye red as blood — 
 It’s the fullest eclipse of the moon
 Beneath you the dirt’s turned to mud
 In the fullest eclipse of the moon

The Old Strip Mine

When we were young and still
 In love, we’d wander ‘round
 The strip pit, climb the hill
 Look down where your brother drowned
 Where boys still fish for bass
 There we’d stand and you would sigh
 The sun would shine like brass
 There in the pond and you would cry

Too You, Too Me, Too Us

The doors slam and I am screaming at you “slut.”
 The chairs topple as I threaten, screaming, but
 I’m too you to go.

Your breasts crush into my chest — you turn to sand
 In my tight encircling arms. I love you…

Butterfly and Moth

by Troy Camplin and Melina Camplin (age 5)

I’m a pretty butterfly
 I sing happily and fly

I’m a pretty, fuzzy moth
 Out at night because I’m goth

Free Will

The moment shines upon the mirror ball
 Of memory, those little lights a part
 Of what was woven in our neural flows
 That build us into who we believe
 We are and rationalized — story we
 Tell ourselves from all these fragments, all
 We edited, revised, the flows we chart,
 The paradoxes where creation grows…

Down the Final Gravel Road

Your trailer lights are out tonight
 Why did we have to always fight?
 I hear the lonely crunch as I
 Drive down the final gravel road

POETRY

The Shower Sage

I contemplate the Will to Power
 While standing wet here in the shower

The only time and place where I
 Can let the neurons flow — I’m dry

Spring Rain

Behold the Spring
 The dewy rain
 Makes voices sing
 Befogs the brain