Jeffry Michael Jensen
ALL MERCY ALL THE TIME
Love can be a noisy conversion.
My hand got caught inside her sweater.
The wrong fingers starved on the vine.
There was soup on my chin during visiting hours.
Fire trucks got caught in my necktie.
I’ve been given enough rope to tie
everyone up many times over.
The Mayans and their end of the world
don’t scare me in the least.
I have bigger fish to fillet.
I’m being tormented by Greek tactics,
Hebrew handshakes, Chinese water prints,
and American mud up to my punk mouth.