There are only two sins—banality and venality.
They are not like revenge, hot red pokers.
Jealousy, with its long snoot.
Sloth, killing me softly with its lips.
Vanity—dynamite in a vise.
Lust racing across the mudflats.
Rage is too honest. Fear is pointless.
Procrastination is a rabid possum.
Perfection is a crime waiting for permission.
Regret, a pain in the behind. Sure,
I’ve been a sucker for love, but only because
you’re made of colored sugar
and the moon is your babysitter.
Take a fool’s advice—don’t beat your heart.
–Jeffrey Cyphers Wright
Poetry
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Always a surprise when you move from one line to the next in one of his poems. You get revved up preparing your imagination for where he wants to take you. You never ask sun rays what they are, you just know they’re terrific and wonder, what sort of sun sends them out?