A Pair of Angry Poems: sometimes it’s the shortest poems that take the most fiddling

In the Blind

When the flock arrived at last, he sat alone in the blind
with his hot cocoa and shotgun
prepared for whatever flew across the horizon.

Thoughts of the hunt brought thoughts of her
and all the other things he had ever desired.

Florida Smells

Florida smells of deceit and betrayal
Like the corpse of a Florida panther.
In the Everglades, rats sprout like benign tumors.

I once killed a panther just to see it die.
It looked at me and said, “I hope you rot in Hell, you curious bastard.”
Flipping the carcass, I saw his cardiac bypass scars.

Florida smells of deceit and betrayal.

2006