WHAT ARE THE ODDS?

If we had infallible crystal balls We’d have no trouble making decisions. But the best in augury cracks, making us, (If observation of the daily news Is any oracle,) Mere wagers for our gods. They cannot guess what random, Free willed zig or zag we’ll take. I amuse myself by imagining A pantheon with wads... Continue Reading →

MY NEW HOUSE

I’ll live inside a taco shell Crispy please I like the cheese I like the smell I’ll dance each morning in the nude Chipotle sauce around I’ll toss I like my food With Fresh tomatoes in my hair It may sound slappy but I’ll be happy When you are there

LAKE POWELL

I remember camping Under a moon so bright It cast a shadow Of Mr. Manaugh Across my sleeping bag As he walked from Boy to boy making sure We had All Brushed Our Teeth

FAILING THE PORRIDGE TEST

Failing the porridge test – That is, stealing someone else’s Breakfasts, in their cottage, Until one of those strange breakfasts seems Least disagreeable And then awaiting lethargy… But to repeat, Failing the porridge test, I could not sleep, Knowing everything was broken, Knowing I had broken everything And was in the wrong bed… Failing the... Continue Reading →

SEASON OF THE GRAPE

The taste of grapes, when I was young, They’d not allow to stain my tongue. But I escaped to legal status And used my grapes to knock me flatus. Then I acquired gourmet decorum, And munched my meats with grapes chose for ‘em. But just today I tool a walk Into the cellar to check... Continue Reading →

A DAY MUST BEGIN WITH BIRDS

Feather melodies before old flappy Sun alights Then ten origami cranes folded tiny as a doll’s teacup Then coffee poured from a nested cone filter (There it is – those birds again) Everything after is afterthought A petty feather wafting to a paltry floor

Limerick

There once was a newlywed fella Equipped with a wondrous umbrella. Said his blushing young bride, “Please don’t open inside. The weather in there is quite stella!”

THE CAR

I’m doing well, I hope you are. Do you remember In the car That boiling day, The herds of pronghorn Flying past? Your shirt was torn And I could smell The desert heat, Feel the floor mat With my feet. I was afraid to speak, Could only stare. The wind revealed Your shoulder. So there... Continue Reading →

MY HEAD IS A JUNGLE

My head is a jungle, trees and beasts And shadows of old shapes Only imagined. There she feasts On putrid meats and grapes, Elusive tigress, waiting, biding. We hunt each other, stalking, hiding. Did Lao Tzu ever imagine such a thing? Did Martin Luther dream this dream? Who remembers how the first questions Were conceived;... Continue Reading →

MONDAY

Ingredients 1 cup Mush 1 cup Gray Sloppy Mush 3 Tbsp Malarkey 1 tsp Thick Apathy 1 pinch Oh Crap Mix all ingredients in an unwashed mug, stir with sarcasm if desired. Best consumed before reality sets in.

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