bummer

bed broke

dystopian dream

half naked
lost on a dirty city street
picked clothes from a trash can
thought I'd found shelter -
brief respite before I started
to travel again but rats
killed the canine companion
and I could not sleep

the wind blows

the flame flickers

ominous?

rainbow in my rear view mirror

ah co-workers

I think the banana is begging
to be baked into muffins


she leans close to it, begins to sing
the chiquita banana song and

we dance and laugh

no none knows

I killed a possum
with my car
the other night

(and was far too exhausted to be very upset)

like the fog you ate for breakfast

afternoons of
newspapers and
lazy sex will
fade away

when no one was looking

she turned to glass
so thin that she
shattered at the
first careless syllable
spoken in her direction

it is the season
autumn on rural highways
dodging woolly bears

unexpected gift at the end of my day

another lesson

No muffin cups
are better than
one muffin cup.

now I know how to name the other parking places at the grocery store

quaternary
quinary
senary
septenary
octonary
nonary
denary

the service of poultry

I swear I just heard
the man on the radio say
"retired World War II chicken." 

my yak poem - where's yours?

 

 

 

from a farmer in upper Nepal to his yak

 

mysterious beast

your wild cousins run

rapidly into extinction

while you plod these

difficult slopes and

I sleep on the skin

of your father

wise words from Marvalene

Remove the lamp
if you anticipate
jubilation.

note from a city poet

that old answer

"The dance is always danced
above the hollow place,
above the terrible abyss."

                -Ursula LeGuin

a partial Wednesday report

on the back of an envelope

's not snot

envelope from my boss