young warlock
by Christopher Mulrooney

the little horns are just blithering
out they pop the face cherry red
the eyes two coals for the oven where they bake the bread
it talks idly sizing up the situation
parading the obvious before you



bootmakers
by Christopher Mulrooney

sole and heel and stirrup they’ve heard it a million times
and still get a boot out of it
the same old leather same old feet
on roads that are astonishingly the same




tent in the park
by Christopher Mulrooney

an Alpine affair no question of packing crates or cardboard
might serve a Himalayan expedition
a man at the top of the world or the bottom
conversely some kid sleeping out in the backyard