Way of Life

In the mountains
they have learned
to position mobile homes
in precarious places,
among the clouds, higher
than the unemployment rate,
where clean coal
is like religion,
and religion
is fundamental.

Foul Mouth of My Mind

I wished her a happy Friday
with a smile and a bit of irony.

"Praise Jesus!" she exclaimed
with all religious sincerity.

I was uncomfortable.
It was Friday, the end of the week,

not the sudden cure
for a terminal illness.

Later the copier jammed
which caused her to mutter

"son of a biscuit," sparing us
the true color of her wrath.

I became enraged for her,
at her, so left the room

to spare her
the foul mouth of my mind.