stacy welch

whippoorwill

Mosquito bites
fly quietly
into Summer's inner thighs
and elbows.

Starry Nights take flight
with shaded memories
of each of you.

Lacking any one
to weed out
like a Whippoorwill
in the wind.

The Sun
breaks through the Clouds,
an invisible Yesterday.

strip it all

Why
are people crude
when it's all about
being stripped?

Strip
up the rich
for better
Poorass Made by
Bureaucratic lube.

Strip
the sickly
starving
for better
buttered white bread.

Strip
the Strippers
so the ghetto expands
into your pocket
with a too small hole.

Strip Non-americans
like an injured horse
with a gun to its
Thoroughbred head.

Strip
your Adams
at a Time Square
exhibiting your flock.

Strip
their Eves
at every church cross
before brunch babble.

Strip
your Friends
so you can see
the view they do of you.

Strip
your Mother
of all habitual Life guilt,
so you can view
her intentionally
swallowing you
for Survival.

Strip Stars
Strip Resources
Strip Pride

Strip it all
Strip it all.