I’ve started working on my next book: a book of poems on prostate cancer. I won’t be publishing all them here but thought I’d give you a sample of what I am working on:

The doctor called.
The train wreak that is you
has derailed again.

The gandy dancers
think you might have
cancer.

Your track they will try
to straighten
but it’s your caboose that tore lose.

Firemen, engineers, all
Work to right your engine
hoping you’ll ride again.

Parts are hauled away.
A train will work with fewer cars

After the investigation,
the cause is not discussed.