Mostly not real haikus in the sense of “using imagistic language to convey the essence of an experience of nature or the season intuitively linked to the human condition,” but the syllable count 5-7-5 is (usually) correct.
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pale yellow sky with
two moons but in his breast his
heart beat normally
must survive by the
skin of his teeth only to
discover no skin
pretty eyes nose mouth
not a beautiful face but
pretty close to it
cheap walls arguments
in the night tears passion all
on the other side
the rabbit sadly
lovable seems to wear a
sign that says come eat
simple choice is not
the same thing as the easy
or best or right choice
adjust angle of
spear for refraction of light
in fishing water
it was ok when
there weren’t so many of us
but now not so much
some consider the
gentle sounds of nature at
dawn to be free song
a virus doesn’t learn
fast but rapid mutation
is about the same
nature’s sea pantry
also serves as a garbage
can and septic tank
they don’t care who they
hurt even if it happens
to be they themselves
brainless animals
may do well in coming days
except for humans
send my regards to
civilization and say
i’m not coming back
take a chance they said
and he did because he thought
he’d live forever
noontime sun drowsy
day the future forgotten
but past still in mind
sounds upstairs but in
the cellar with the dirt floor
only final silence
scissors invented
fifteen hundred b. c. in
egypt thank goodness
thirsty sun dazed foot
sore bitten pack straps cutting
smiling triumphant
day after divorce
cold coffee tough toast silence
and one confused dog
if someone tells you
to fear not it is best to
fear a little anyway
dry heat tracks of small
paws in hot sand empty blue
sky above the dunes
i don’t cherry pick
the facts i’m just a gosh-darned
optimistic type
it’s harder to rise
than to sink a problem that
animals don’t face
a cat can be as
dutiful as a dog but
not in the same way
the cyclops vision
consisted of a dream that
featured perspective
words are less useful
than tone of voice when dealing
with a two-year-old
he felt bad about
the act even though he won
a medal for it
just suck it through a
flavor straw bud wait do they
still make flavor straws
the peach seems more like
forbidden fruit to me than
a crispy apple
imagination
the invisible demons
that remind of death
most end of the world
scenarios begin with
small things that get worse
aluminium
makes the perfect hat to block
alien thought rays
discontent among
the circus animals caused
show business problems
i’m not so good on
the past and the future but
i’m all over now
he always wanted
to be a card shark but he
couldn’t learn to shuffle
one eyebrow lifted
slowly as my mom sniffed my
smoky coat and shirt
the kids in this small
town are all ready to jump
at any chance to leave
not so much booming
in nature until humans
arrived on the scene
if someone sometime
does not want to let you push
forward then push back
i said it because
i love her but it came out
sounding different
here tiger tiger
he said regressing in fear
at the sight of it
the hens did not like
the foxy young thing who came
down and got their eggs
a watchtower isn’t
needed to see what’s coming
toward us right now
a tiger with a
full stomach may choose to kill
a human anyway
the mountain unchanged
expedition flag now cloth
strands of red and white
benevolent rain
fell gently ending the drought
followed by flooding
when he entered the
roundabout he was in a
good mood which didn’t last
he seemed completely
broken-hearted but he was
just a hangdog type
i first saw those eyes
outside my tent in the night
then often in dreams
a dead cat will bounce
but the same can’t be said for
an extinct feline
i keep my inner
child under control but my
outer child acts up
life just went by so
suddenly that i need one
more to get it right
lizard tracks on the
dunes ending abruptly where
the peregrine lands
cockatoos exist
in the wild unlike the small
canine cockapoo
his woes made me smile
but it was just schadenfreude
after he left me
tweeting has hit the
art of old-fashioned gossip
right in the sweet spot
the grass wasn’t enough
to hide the war’s carnage for
a couple of years
why does mannah fall
only from heaven when hell
would like to give too
these days my mind’s eye
is seeing things a little
too clearly for me
we turn away from
many disgusting things when
facing them is best
the cat lady was
a woman but no lady
she would cat around
the sun was high the
night animals sleeping when
the bulldozers came
many of nature’s
small cogs are going extinct
around us these days
even if odd or
uneven or unequal
it will even out
it wasn’t my mind but
only a devil that made
me do the bad thing
burdened and weighed down
with age yet despite the years
its crown still bright green
horny young boy dreams
of being an underwire
or a small gusset
tired hearts but hearts are
pumps they don’t get tired it’s minds
that get sick and tired
open up those clenched thighs
and that closed mind that has left
you cold and dried out
loose lips let it slip
and it sank ships and airplanes
to ruin a metaphor
who’s afraid of the
future when we’re all stuck in
the past and present
nature is not built
to unravel but it can
simplify itself
hi welcome to hell
a place we’re creating by
ourselves for ourselves
sunlight bright on the
rolling sea but the waters
are dark and lifeless
group hug was thought to
be a human thing until
gorillas did it
he had money to
burn and spent it all on those
most in need of help
a shark in the rain
puddle is good hollywood
more sharks is better
a fire started and
several buckets full from
the stream for a bath
mountain goats chew their
cud on a crag and regard
a billy stumble
works downtown hangs out
midtown lives uptown girlfriend
out in the suburbs
it sucks to be right
when the news is bad and you
alone know it’s bad
tequila salt lime
pistols adobe rice beans
tarantulas sand
never say never
say because the gods surely
will make you say it
looks familiar but
experience has stolen
her belief and trust
it’s a sad boy who
listens to the big kids and
their advice on girls
the air was cleaner
than the water but not clean
enough to see through
a scene perfectly
captured perfectly framed a
tragic reminder
four roses in a shot
glass a pack of camels and
the badlands outside
false teeth in a glass
by the bed and outside bright
lights in the night sky
wide war smile not grim
or frenzied or mad just a
predator’s instinct
the planet’s surface
a shell paved over with white
concrete hard as rock
it’s not your feelings
about me that hurt it’s your
feelings about her
wind machines are great
if migratory birds can
learn diverted flight
black feather riding
on the stream spinning soaking
banished from the air
shafts of sunlight through
dusty blinds the air outside
full of grit and death
nationalism will
have to do until we can
attack other worlds
while her lover kept
her busy her husband was
a neglected loss
she said i told you
so and i said next time please
make me believe it
she looks at him and
smiles and his cold heart warms up
immediately
warm dry blissful day
the storm past the angry men
dead or gone in peace
deer watch from the woods
as dad puts venison steak
on the barbecue
colonies live on
us we’re continents to all
sorts of tiny bugs
angels are of the
earth seen here and there mostly
statues in graveyards
my conception was
a happy mistake and my
wedding a mistake
my spouse speaks but how
much of what he says to me
is advertisements
already living
past sustainability
we just double down
the club or the club
join others as friends or start
bopping all their heads
the matchmaker now
lives in the cloud not down the
street or in the stars
a cheerful friend is
good a cheerful enemy
rather worrisome
controversy can
my house rabbit poop safely
on cedar woodchips
what is the best way
to convert the crumbs and crumb
bums into good guys
we need a bit more
heaven-sent rather than so
much of the hell-sent
his gravity was
a mask for his major lack
of intelligence
she took him to be
an impostor because she
didn’t really know him
the planet is not
yet an oven but when so
it will be dirty
typecast by my spouse
in a role that is not me
which i can’t escape
if you want to be
one hundred percent honest
best keep your mouth shut
blood moon marriage as
the shadow of another
man fell upon her
tiny tools for work
on atoms discover that
tiny is quite huge
it felt like a big
step forward but by then most
of the floor was gone
popularity
in high school does not always
predict the future
we all were guilty
of the usual small sins
but we didn’t all pay
i was afraid to
touch her with good reason as
i got a bad bruise
tourists from other
planets notice the spread of
a single species
miles away little
feet step inches into big
yards to read meters
just to note that the
landlord’s wife was a woman
as was the landlord
the gas station you
stop in and fill up and leave
to burn a tankful
the lemming sibling
is a lousy influence
on all the others
a problem bigger
than you but don’t ignore it
you can help solve it
the children were in
perpetual motion or
so it seemed to mom
in denial he
picked out an island to buy
risky investment
the war hero had
dreams of death and so did his
friend the peace hero
thank god for one more
day then one more hour then one
more minute lights out
behind the cellar
door the stairs are steep and dark
the cat won’t go down
the motion sensors
detected nothing moving
on this hot planet
with no one to care
for he came in the end to
care for everyone
the magic machine
burned coal and was it seems a
black magic machine
daggers don’t kill folks
folks kill folks with daggers but
do not sit on one
inside the planet’s
atmospheric envelope
but not inside me
the carillon is
still in its tower we
mourn the dead ringer
asteraceae
cosmos twenty-some species
of flowering plant
peace is easily
had when you are all too weak
to fight each other
once they destroyed the
land they could not restore it
could not recall it
a calm guy he did
not fly off the handle more
like mosied off it
the forest spirit
resisted strip logging but
warming brought beetles
there was never a
fall from grace because we didn’t
have grace at the start
the noisy fan was
silenced by three big swings that
accomplished nothing
one urban dream is
to get out of the urb past
the suburbs to woods
god’s clouded vision
created man and woman
and we did the rest
his just desserts came
metaphorically as
a gooey tar pit
corns bunions and a
nasty disposition can
lead to foul outbursts
a simple desire
often disguises itself
as inspiration
we’re out of water
what in the name of heaven
becomes of my lawn
my regrets gathered
dust in the back of my head
then it was too late
over where secrets
go unappreciated
by the zen masters
black beetle settled
on antler velvet in dead
leaves its little bed
her husband in her
mind by default had to be
the culprit not her
the child lies the lies
no more than a pane of clear
glass into his mind
first annoyance and
then when it’s too late comes the
long-predicted pain
you could see the cats
tighten up when the big dog
ambled by their yard
her first job was in
reception but she worked her
way up to the top
refugees from gym
class can often be found in
band or orchestra
a dead thing before
it’s dead is a living thing
and before that nil
walking barefoot in
the surf can be a great help
to your blistered feet
the winner’s circle
for dinosaurs slowly shrank
away to nothing
man has taken the
planet’s landscaping out of
god’s hands for a while
she got mad at me
and used bread knife and fork but
it felt like daggers
the worst underserved
often get undercooked meals
unmade beds and mice
using the latest
info technology i
found he was a jerk
the fog of war was
exacerbated by an
actual fog on the ground
a coffee machine
today is necessary
in every business
she frequently wore
silk which just made me focus
on her bumpy skin
everyone can own
a home here even if only
a big cardboard box
a land of convicts
in time can be counted on
to become normal
if two love then one
unfortunately will lose
since one will die first
our long journey from
cave to high rise may end with
us underwater
i stripped off the black
funeral suit leaving his
body bare in its box
tell me a story
about the planet before
so many were here
we’re in space but still
pretty close to home up there
all things considered
kisses that go with
hugs should include lips that stay
tight shut with no tongue
the vicious cycle
is a vicious spiral that
often ends badly
she wore a girdle
on her slim form and it made
our date difficult
i thought he was close
to me until i saw him
much closer to her
when you’re always game
and never the predator
it can spoil dating
coming out of the
cave brilliance dazzled him then
his eyes adjusted
wait for the flies to
land on your palm then grab them
as an exercise
recycling cyber
junk can be tricky as it’s
mixed treasures and trash
violet’s cheeks were
violet a product of
her high blood pressure
whose words count the most
parent sibling child god squad
pol star talk show host
the mud flaps on the
truck are so weighted with mud
that the flaps don’t flap
humans have switchblades
and such nature’s version might
be the shark or snake
this is crazy but
i keep doing it and then
paying the next day
falling off a cliff
the stock market two lovers
and lots of lemmings
he didn’t recall it
on purpose the memory
arrived on its own
not too much sun but
rather it turned out to be
too many people
control yourself they
said meaning don’t do what you
want but what you should
talk to me about
me and i’ll talk about me
too it will be great
wilderness without
large animals empty house
but still called a home
blame the brain’s weakness
evolution dna
god’s sense of humor
now i see what he
meant and i wish he were here
so i could tell him
the pitch was not to
the heart of the plate but more
like to its liver
the favored few seem
less favored when seen standing
at death’s door alone
the pavement ends and
beyond it run footpaths through
unexplored country
the sun comes up in
the east a sight missed daily
by most everyone
the saddle buckled
under the horse’s belly
where the big ticks live
today’s witch is not
in touch with the old dark ways
but can cast a spell
the man with a gun
in his hand is pathetic
but he can still shoot
only i could save
the day by thinking of her
instead of myself
these days the unknown
does not stay unknown but shows
up on tmz
at the deli cured
meat pickled salads pasta
italians shouting
rapper on corner
mockingbird calls in spring night
voices pushing hard
get up early and
watch the sky turn pale white then
pale blue every day
mojave desert
grit scrub sage jumping cholla
owl glass bottle tire
after the hike he
was too tired for anything
but going to sleep
relativism on
a micro scale means my mom
can’t tell me what’s what
actions speak sometimes
louder than words but not than
some inactions do
is no exit the
most famous play that almost
nobody has seen
he was always the
busy bee but now CCD
had removed all bees
the best is always
also the worst but not in
an ironic way
mankind looking to
rent the planet for a while
not hoping to stay
if you’re a bug splat
is an epitaph for man
use another word
the wild gang once out
in the real wilds for a while
wasn’t so wild anymore
i always type too
fast making mistakes composing
email in traffic
the ballerina’s
slippers kept her feet hidden
while she was onstage
night in camp under
the stars while on the radio
a distant ballgame
the iron’s hot too
hot for my silk skirt like my
love for my boyfriend
humidity was
not a problem once the coast
was under water
the baby turned and
went back in and so had to
suffer a rebirth
far below the line
that signifies poverty
we lived a pure life
the small things in the
world are apt to last a lot
longer than the big
the gardener to
the planet will focus on
tropical species
they could have saved us
but they didn’t and now they won’t
because it’s too late
i saw a pay phone
the other day by itself
probably broken
25 bucks will
get you a wife in my town
for 5 long minutes
too much rain for a
fire so cold turkey shot and
cooked the day before
not charity but
payment for work performed in
the distant future
the gun is feather
light its bullets bird-dropping
light vultures like it
actions speak louder
than words and hers shouted i’m
out of here you jerk
she wiped her brow with
a pale hand pale but not quite
pale enough to pass
=in this world all the
best in nature disappears
bit by bit by bit
hungry and sleepy
but lustful took precedence
in spite of the yawns
brightly should be a
good word not used for those who
remain unaware
inescapable
truths are the parents of most
delusional thoughts
sweltering planet
currents changing in sea sky
and human affairs
humans are take one
when take two arrives we won’t
be around to see it
his father and his
girl were in the stands clapping
he missed by a mile
demanding it in
this house only works for the
youngest residents
their relationship
a frayed cord their arguments
the knife cutting through
right back pocket has
kleenex the other has my
window on the world
lying on my back
in the meadow orion’s
belt circling above
to break the cycle
in nature means to cause an
extinction event
the rock walls act as
an amplifier for the
canyon wren’s clear song
deep in the french cave
drawn on the wall with charcoal
a bear and sunburst
the hug was going
well till i mentioned marriage
and felt her pull back
eat sleep repeat through
your life and finally you
will end up sleeping
adder well hidden
waiting for a mouse not a
hand picking mushrooms
i want to stand up
for my rights in this marriage
but i always fold
he finally quit
drinking but most of his life
was already gone
one hour from safety
how strong is your body how
strong is your spirit
what a night can it
be i won’t have another
like it in my life
realization
that nevermore would he love
froze his heart and soul
i know that it’s wrong
and destructive nonetheless
i’ll keep doing it
when they finally
go they leave it behind all
of it for the rest
domestic flowers
are stuck in their flowerbeds
wildflowers can spread
gray day raw wind rain
breakers booming on the beach
cream soup in warm kitchen
the boys wanted a
neck hickey at least not brags
as my proof of kiss
six pockets on the
table and my balls manage
to avoid them all
long live the king he
hasn’t left the building he’s
living in georgia
if it was too big
to fit in the microwave
the dryer got it
orange juice with pulp
man beaten to pulp for fun
pulp’s light and dark sides
his lost train of thought
chugged off to his subconscious
never to return
their scales provide fish
with a smooth non-stick surface
as they swim around
it was great fun but
as i have parents i must
face the reckoning
is it that you don’t
care or that you’re mean or that
you’re just plain stupid
do not miss stuckey’s
free box of divinity
with your gas fill up
a rainy night with
wind to slant the falling drops
under his hat brim
he’s an old man but
his mind is clear which means his
life went by too quick
please read this notice
and not just that nice first line
with its please thank you
a necessary
evil is usually
merely annoying
let’s throw in with them
to throw down the gauntlet and
throw out the rascals
unexpected death
the ultimate life lesson
for those left behind
to good to be true
but i wanted to believe
i had to believe
focus on truth and
ignore the pain caused by your
exposure to it
cowboy tears caused not
so much by frontier romance
as by saddle sores
to stain wood grain is
good but to stain your honor
doesn’t require drying
our fantasies are
acted out not in public
or in private life
don’t do this if you’re
allergic to pecans or
can’t hold your water
sex isn’t exactly
overrated but more just
misrepresented
i see the light of
distant stars made long ago
but photons don’t age
richard lionheart
spent little time in england
and spoke no english
would you rather know
the truth right now or go on
living as you are
animals avoid
or find animals in the
wild by scent sound sight
she was in my arms
and in my head but sadly
not yet in my heart
all streets empty in
the silent city as the
army approaches
the modern chicken
wing can flutter but not fly
but ah those drumettes
a tile floor does not
differentiate between
water urine blood
off the coast on the
horizon many types of
seabird pass their lives
though just a canker
not a chancre down there it
spoiled the honeymoon
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it’s not lying it’s
laying only when putting
down something not you
out of the swift creek
onto a rock the stiff breeze
to blow dry my hair
after the outbreak
of disease the focus changed
from years to minutes
if humans were to
disappear from the planet
it would not regress
the elephant is
risky game if you hunt it
poachers will kill you
the seeds of being
human are found in canines
and cats equally
my first memory
is of pediatrician
nostrils and nose hairs
right thing to do is
a 2d concept in a
3d universe
mostly gone from our
cotton fields are boll weevils
and cotton pickers
honeymoon chores were
handled with feeling and that
helped a lot later
the wild animal
is deft and sure out there or
are there clumsy ones
endless night suggests
a very significant
shortage of photons
independence makes
choosing easier but with
age the choices shrink
mercury’s dark side
like satan close to true light
never to see it
give me a break it’s
not my fault we’re in this mess
i don’t even vote
sorry this post won’t
rate so much as a gee whiz
or a holy cow
cup full of beer and
then because of all the foam
it ranneth over
i didn’t want to die
in the hospital so my
hubby snuck me out
little streams of stars
spun out of the galaxy
to travel alone
in the wilderness
a bad knee and journey home
one step at a time
the ranger got used
to beauty and solitude
which was hard on love
with global warming
many floodgates will become
underwater gates
the blade of the plow
sliced into soil undisturbed
for a million years
in the forest fire
some animals ran away
most did not survive
love is love but the
lovers will change and often
not for the better
just wanted to say
pretend i’m a frog croaking
or cricket chirping
we watch the wind toss
the treetops and swirl the mist
and then we dance too
only in humans
nowhere else the banal and
opposable thumbs
spring is coming or
what we call spring in spite of
blossoms in winter
at first glance all is
normal the change comes quickly
most will not adapt
major buzz kill when
the love potion recipe
calls for dragon tooth
flat land from rockies
to mississippi lots of
room for the great herds
i do not hate you
i’d just rather live alone
for a while in peace
out from the city
he looked upon our valley
and found it classy
turn icebox settings
higher borrowed time that the
planet will take back
saved dough from the holes
cut in doughnuts and fried then
sold as donut holes
it’s alive she said
red jello in an earthquake
jiggling on a plate
thinking about things
a wet road lots of traffic
spin out no one hurt
idiots online
help us understand why we
are in such trouble
spring wind with a cold
edge scatters blossom petals
from the blooming trees
commitment time came
she stared at me and i had
a panic attack
cottonwood roots find
the water beneath the stones
of the dry creek bed
it was meant to be
a goodbye kiss for the day
not for evermore
the typhoon seen from
space an organized pinwheel
chaotic at sea
it will not be a
sucker punch because we’ve long
seen it on its way
the big mistake was
marriage but life and enough
time corrected it
love in the grass can
be quite itchy a blanket
is recommended
returned to the old
homestead or tried to but found
only a walmart
radio silence
everywhere i fly on am
i alone for good
the sandstorm fills the
horizon a dark brown wall
worst is the silence
staring out over
fall woods, red and oranges
bleeding together
nowadays when i
see a biker gang it’s most
likely some geezers
it’s not ironic
if there is no doubt that it’s
just coincidence
tom foolery on
a rock face eight hundred feet
up boys will be boys
there are greater life
truths in sickness than in health
but health is better
refresh yourself in
the mountain stream but do not
let your feet get soft
the moon was low on
the horizon and the brown
cow got over it
i’ve got my little
conspiracy theory but
no proof at all… yet
it’s all gone for good
i’m glad because i was dumb
wait what’s this website
to comfort him pooh
has the honey jar plus some
friends plus lack of wits
cool a fever to
love to make money to live
with meditation
bleary memories
less sharp less sad begin to
cure the bleary eye
some aqua velva
all that was needed for the
girls to swoon they said
first several bites
then multiple chews followed
by a single gulp
a proper twine ball
can be a cat favorite
store it in a creel
when does being proud
of something turn into that
before-the-fall pride
exactly what is
fairy dust? from whence comes it?
it’s fairy dandruff?
the life left behind
when the money arrived had
love but no health care
euphoric scuba
moment swimming beyond the
shelf over deep blue
the snake sinister
just because it can kill you
with a single bite
california meal
star fruit moon meat sun veggies
invisible spork
to make a bull’s eye
the bullseye would be mean and
just a little weird
denied self sits still
could move but that would shut the
mind now full open
edit settings for your
life when your experience
indicates the need
duck on gray water
a toy bobbing in lake chop
fishermen back home
with respect to the
unforgiving it’s mostly
that they can’t not won’t
when it can work it
will work when it can’t work it
will sit quietly
they could ignore the
sins of the world and still have
sensitivity
no parent training
of the ducklings needed by
the mama mallard
if it’s a truly
ridiculous idea
it may mask great hopes
the f word the c
word the other c word the
n word next letter?
city of delusion
the train running between los
vegas and l.a.
forget those lame cranes
cast your eyes on this awesome
paper warrior
i feel it i sniff
it i taste it but only
after some begging
i slept through my lack
of decorum mouth agape
by the open grave
she lived at the poles
depending on sunshine for
her true happiness
naturally i
expected a sharp needle
not many are dull
his moon eyes put me
off until they caught moonlight
with me in his arms
on a gray day with
rain, morning glory blossoms
heavy wet and dull blue
perspective in art
was discovered but in life
lost in emotion
milk and cookies but
lactose intolerant i
chose beer and cookies
the ten o’clock news
is now the anytime o’clock
news on your iphone
how you know there’s no
cure for it: despite all it
kills a billionaire
the modern human
way is more more more with the
result less less less
he discovered the
angel of death in his bowl
of warm mushroom soup
those i conquered did
not stay conquered but when i
was conquered i did
there she goes and i
open my mouth to speak but
then wisely shut it
nature in all ways
is barbaric excepting
man’s fatal culture
three free rock climbers
clinging in wind to the face
of el capitan
unfortunately
undying hope will end when
the hoper passes
trickery abounds
in the natural world but
only man tricks himself
ironically
global warming will increase
number of snow cones
history converts
facts of being into facts
of used to being
call me mutant not
for genetic mutation
but cause i’m a klutz
no tree too tall as
lightning keeps them pruned and the
new warmth spoils the mist
the mosquito had
to wait eighty million years
for man to show up
do those your mom vs
your moms vs yo momma jokes
vary on the street
days of wind, the air
full, its passage in the trees
lapsing then surging
the robin does not
get drunk on pyracantha
berries just quite stuffed
christmas shopping for
the unaccepting inlaws
takes zero minutes
law for all in love:
a commensurate decrease
in hate for others
a forest dead of
some tropic blight brought north by
the warming planet
sleeveless black dress on
the carpet its contents spread
naked on the bed
is there still a non-
metaphorical bitter
pill out there to take
curled up defense works
for armadillos and such
but not for people
coon sniffs the creek as
dirty dishwater washes
down from a campsite
oh why must my spouse
espouse in our house lies such
as i am a louse
folks came out to the
air show to watch those new loud
metal machines fly
the old farm now gone
new growth covering the fields
fence post stands alone
dinosaur will
leave the world as it finds it
but not vice versa
an expectation
of the end actually
is more like a dread
the night they arrived
they were welcomed and began
treating the infected
we live in a world
a universe where i love
my ford galaxy
to act fast you need
to react fast not think fast
thinking slows you down
the milk in my rice
cereal made my cat prick
her ears at the snap
a million flies or
so over it and under
and worst inside it
high sonoran heat
canteen lip balm canvas hat
horny toad on rock
please do not touch the
icy flagpole with your tongue
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the hillside slid down
in heavy rain forming a
main street mud river
he wasn’t lingering
but actually fingered
for malingering
the broken guitar
of my rocker love his skull
impression in it
the charcoal used for
hookah smoking is very hard
and burns hot and long
reports indicate
contentious couples should not
keep steak knives handy
he rarely tastes it
first sniffs it yes but then just
proceeds to eat it
what lies beneath the
lies i lie when getting laid
i lie beneath him
gold sunset with lime
green spot and ray above it
known as the green flash
fresh haircut cheap shoes
well shined desperation he’s
got to get a job
wind bent and sculpted
cypress growing from split rock
by a turquoise sea
usually not
much slumbering for those at
a slumber party
if humanity
keeps this up you might blink and
miss the end of it
dude with gun: nice guy
he just got real upset there
for a little while
he never had a
breakthrough but did manage to
leap through a few hoops
edge between two worlds
silent shore where the moment
meets eternity
prairie formerly
covered with grass now made of
glass that glows at night
sunlight on the moon
gleams silver on the earth to
suggest a goddess
our parents thought we
were wrong for each other but
we were wrong for them
low clouds hung over
the valley but we climbed the
slope into sunlight
the sky turns to gold
only for a time at dawn
and then goes flat white
when your chance to be
heard arrives, don’t miss it. step
up and say something.
pull on your helmet
insert mouth guard, and roller
skate in a derby
questions are deadly
but no question is worse than
the answer to it
now available
with the old and new, the new
improved testament
they say ninety-nine
is sixty-six pregnant with
the devil’s own spawn
some necessary
actions in life and romance
just appear heartless
for the tall mountains
we usually find just
humans at the peak
when i eat a cream
puff time slows and i get a
warm fuzzy feeling
flashman attended
rugby school as also did
that wimpy tom brown
can’t get a date but
various churches and your
uncle sam want you
between snowbanks sky
white no shadow arm sinks deep
in to the elbow
he was too big to
fit in a normal box so
we could bury him
meteors began
to glow as they entered the
atmosphere’s outskirts
because he was risk
averse he did not marry
until desperate
price for light: coal dust
some pneumoconiosis
amongst the miners
he started slowly
i got my hopes up and he
had a strong finish
garnet southwest sky
at sunset purple maroon
silent as night falls
al capone died of
a bad case of syphilis
for what that might mean
for this he said she
said argument they also
had it all on tape
there is something strange
about that strange something that
sits there on all fives
will death from the sky
shatter this calm and turn the
night bloody for mice
my drag-queen debut
at the crown and anchor in
provincetown killed
if you’re alive you’re
truly living even if you
don’t realize it
the devil doesn’t want
the world to end because it
would spoil all his fun
the rain continued
and finally the hillside
mud began to move
the lights did flicker
and dim at just the moment
of execution
camera case dust-
covered, his android handling
picture duties now
early onset are
words you don’t want to hear nor
late onset neither
we met and fell in
love blah blah blah heading back
to the singles bar
bad love song lyrics
the love fire burning in my
heart got doused by tears
clear surface water
turquoise below then azure
still deeper lightless
trout leaps for black fly
a splash quiet circles spread
on a mirrored lake
moose stands on frozen
stream cloven hooves chipping grooves
in crusted white ice
all staff infections
invasive toxic remind
us that we are flesh
this sudden friendship
seems to be based on our
needs. is that ok?
hidden between us
all the thoughts we never share
and the damaged trust
bad love song lyrics
the red walls of my heart are
bleeding to love you
the chemicals i’ve
snorted are at war with my
natural hormones
sitting on a box
full of dynamite, shoes off,
thinking things over
our queen and your king
the parents of two countries
acted like children
a howling wind masked
the sound of howling wolves and
then of howling men
chlorophyll green and
sky blue, pleasing photons that
nature singles out
it’s fun to play with
but since it’s not quite human
they hide who it is
a timer for the
earth has gone off triggering
various alarms
typewriters, pay phones,
and adding machines, stacked on
shelves in dark storerooms
strong currents through the
brainpan as old sparky cooked
another texan
what’s wrong with a world
where ice is unknown and the
trunks of dead trees burn
eating a garden
burger with catsup and my
deer rifle ready
a hundred million
years evolving excellent
survival tactics
in new orleans a
guy approached me and asked me
to go to the zoo
full sunlight and most
animal on animal
feeding done for now
i sensed the aura
when she swept into the room.
one good sniff. garlic.
in california
i built my new home on firm
ground and yet it moves
endless forest and
shattered leg. plenty of wood
to use for a splint.
is she receptive
to my advances because
of me or my wealth
is beauty truly
in the eye of each of us
or an absolute
movie stars used to
be unblinking onscreen but
now they seem to blink
there’s more over the
wall going in than over
the wall going out
in a different
view the winding road is a
direct path instead
that stardust above
is carbonaceous chondrites
but romantic ones
saved us both a lot
of grief by divorcing my
guy ahead of time
rain rattles on the
tent. a short candle lights the
map. they’ll dig in mud.
in spring natural
events proceed like clockwork
unless the clock’s fast
if someone says here
be dragons and means it you’d
best stay on your toes
john’s touchstone, helping
him make his big decisions
was his pink iphone
some starfish live a
long time but they stay starfish
doing starfish stuff
instinct guides all but
one migratory beast and
that one needs a map
it’s a cruel world
but it could get a heck of
a lot crueler
sadly the word drugs
has fallen upon hard times
but i love my pills
a coincidence
that drugs rhymes with hugs or the
universe winking?
the water jug held
moonshine so the woodland hike
was short but happy
backpedaling is
always a good option to
have available
once a splinter group
homo sapiens has become
the majority
under the earth crawls
the worm. in fact, dirt is worm
poops. castings. humus.
after thirty years
of marriage, my sweety grew
fatty sugar lumps
the waking hour for
predators: evening sunset
twilight gloaming dusk
good for the raccoon
which will take the time to wash
before chowing down
clear murmuring creek
fresh susurant breeze
soughing in treetops
the instinct to suck
it is strong at birth and in
some doesn’t fade away
so far i haven’t tried
meditation but i plan
to give this much thought
red dog yellow field
birds fly up except for the
one being retrieved
he broke a string but
kept playing for her because
it was a heartstring
it’s time again to
remind you that you don’t have
forever to act
starlit gray bloodstains
glimmering on fur in the
silent night forest
fly sits on fresh meat
you ready with your swatter
fwap but you miss it
cheetah’s red nails drip
at the kill. lucy paints hers
before using them.
which causes more pain,
love or regret? which to dodge
with work and daydreams?
after so many
years of school rules for dress i
cannot dress my way
nature for every
metaphor also provides
anti-metaphors
double-edged is used
metaphorically but
is not double-edged
unconscious hellbent
for goals very different
than his conscious ones
why is it that why
i quit in the past tense is
not why i quitted
cost: mass destruction
benefit: better results
the next time around
at first unique, the
archetype becomes quite the
opposite of that
the roaring quiet now
zoo closed for the night lions fed
boredom put on hold
she was right there as
he eyed the passing girls and
prepared to whistle
he wore a crooked
smile when he said i do and
she knew she had goofed
the orchestra plays
on; the audience has stepped
out to check their feeds
she gasped and slapped him
but that was not quite the end
of his clumsy gropes
floating cheese crackers
ducks had to wait millions of
years for lakes in parks
though he was barely
living he tried to breathe life
into his writing
silence he shouted
quiet he roared be still i
can’t hear myself think
little girls play mom
to their dolls and later play
mom to their husbands
blood in water spreads
coloring the water pink
sunset before night
how long is long when
the universe is only
billions of years old
in this sex book i
guess the good parts and the bad
parts are the same parts
my dog freckles is
not freckled. he’s hair covered,
only nose and butt bare.
i’m in trouble when
a shot glass isn’t enough and i
switch to a jam jar
mildewed zinnias
from the warm days and cold nights
winter is coming
gratification
via abstinence is a
two-for-one bargain
snow began to fall
as we walked in the forest
she wore my jacket
no appointment wait
with nature unless you count
the one at the end
moon down prairie dark
as a trucker signals a
turn at the crossroads
yum she said looking
at it then yum yum she said
after she ate it
valentine’s day is
hearts hearts hearts but how about
that ole pancreas
these days to rouse the
rabble the rabble-rouser
must post some great tweets
there is no safety
in safety pins when they’re all
open, points ready
don’t look back if god
tells you that you’ll turn into
a pillar of salt
breathless trembling the
doe stood still breeze in the leaves
the puma so close by
mister jone’s paddle
was infamous. they bronzed and
retired it with him.
those two boobs think of
nothing all the time but boobs
aka boobies
welcome to this vale
of tears and laughter for your
once-only visit
can you see it in
your heart to think of someone
but yourself for once?
expect hubris when
my husband opens his mouth
to defend himself
the future of love:
hard to fall in love when you’re
sweating heavily
best compliment i
ever received was about
the shape of my lids
she wants to stop but
on her back quiescent she
sinks into the depths
let me play devil’s
advocate: everything is
going to be fine
somewhere this fiction
is true and the facts of my
life, and me, are not
eat it up and i’ll
give you more but not enough
to damage your faith
the nonbeliever
is a true believer in
something else instead
sloppy thinking led
to the invention of the
sloppy joe sandwich
insomniac’s bed
constipatee’s toilet and
lover’s selfish heart
my conscience was right
about everything but i want
to do it again
a liquid sunset
every red-orange hue tint
and shade in the sky
hollow pineapple
vodka, orange liqueur, lime
and an umbrella
i know you are a
content teen but feel free to
carry on anyway
flying fish, trout catching
flies, salmon, visiting the
world above water
heroism is a
dog and human thing. you won’t
find heroic cats.
i have a secret
box and now i only need
one or two secrets
some canadian
geese do not entertain any
migratory thoughts
my drugs betrayed me
by keeping me alive for these
worst times of my life
in haikus there is
nothing mentioned that also
is aforementioned
fox caught red-handed
or red-pawed in the hen house
mouth stuffed with feathers
the room was crowded
with older honey bunches
presently widows
my mom always thought
that if i could, i’d… really
she knew me too well
empty hospital
all cured and at home again
or cold in the ground
a euphemism for
euphemism is let me put
it to you this way
i’m on a side street
do i park and walk or go
back to the main drag
feeling nostalgic
doesn’t mean it’s too late for you,
just that it seems to
blue sky, summer sun.
dry grass and poppies cover
a golden mountain.
a spiral horn is
good for butting and also
can look pretty cool
nature’s labyrinths
caverns hollowed out over
geologic time
what rule explains the
connection between “boring”
and “everlasting”?
is not rebellion
futile when facing death as
the adversary?
when words fail, rethink
the ideas behind them
and the ears in front
my dream prophesy
was quite simple. soon i would
be in the bathroom.
he behaved like a
virgin but it was because
he was slow to learn
drought clouds the farmer’s
mind, makes planning difficult,
water becoming dust
man’s instinct is to
domesticate and use, not
integrate and share
recite this chain-mail
haiku to ten others or
prepare for the worst
boy shakes wooden hand
of cigar-store indian
on a dusty street
lava, escaped from
the earth, at last running free
into the blue sea
two visitors meet
on an iao valley path,
a boar and a man
birds felt the ground shake
and flew up. the quake did not
harm the seeds they ate.
from a break in the
trees i can see the skyline
of a treeless city
in Delagate, i
deligated an injured
council delegate
since i blew up
at him my husband has been
startlingly human
in the back of the
refrigerator is a
private place for food
i forgot to peek
behind the veil. instead i
just proposed to her.
don’t trust your reason
or your desire or your luck.
trust is a mistake.
i made a mistake
with my marriage. it wasn’t love
but i’ll see it through.
red wine with body
head of red hair with body
zen mind with body
my dad told me i
would be skinned if i teased a
girl just one more time
a sunny morning
a foggy afternoon and
a night full of stars
today’s tragedy
involved me and my sick cat.
tomorrow’s, mankind.
spam and baloney
those noble meats now so ill-
used as mean slang terms
social change so slow
but fortunately there are
occasional spurts
last in line at the
gates was man, all the other
lifeforms already dead
we all vowed to be
more careful, but not until
after it happened
worst diaspora?
rabbits? kudzu? starlings? rats?
mussels? cane toads? man?
her mom was waspish,
her date goatish, she sheepish,
her dad a guard dog.
deep in the closet,
at fifty he took a step,
reaching for the door
iphone imother
youtube youriver rapids
wiispeak corporate
was it a timewarp
that transformed her spouse into
a little baby?
the dragonfly, the
hummingbird, the albatross
do not walk very well
where do they keep their
memories? in drawers or
tales or just their heads?
they go to the creek
to drink one by one at dusk
a panther buffet
nature designates
nothing unlawful, even
crimes against nature
years later i went
back, but my old school was gone,
replaced by a store.
brush your teeth, make your
bed, floss, jog. after your loss
keep your days normal.
three inches of fuse
to go and this office, job,
and me will be gone
suddenly… but wait.
pull back for some perspective.
a lot of sudden isn’t.
lost love, self-respect,
the car keys. fortunately
later found the keys.
organized chaos:
greased pig competition with
multiple porkers
razors can convert
ragged into smooth whether
for better or worse
chickens coming home
to roost – is that a common
occurrence or what?
sirens in the woods,
homes burning, cottages, burrows,
dens, split-levels, nests.
a professor, the
fox running through dense heather
chased by howling dogs
i will not trust you
ever after all your lies
about love and dogs
books tools pots and pans
and when i’m dead and gone it’s
all yours to deal with
were it so easy
to understand subjunctive
mood, more would use it.
some things are alive
some things were alive but now
are just things that are
a school of fish in
disorder as a shark cuts
through, mouth open wide
not dead earth, for the
life within it will evolve
to replace dead Man
my wife got mad at
me and called me a worm and,
worse, a molecule.
silence. no reply.
nothing. but it has meaning
if you can read it.
daddy’s due back home
fido’s not clock watching but
he knows the hour well
manly big white teeth
bulging slick muscles tensed
doggily panting
it never happens,
she said. promises or no
promises, we’re through.
clouds of mosquitoes,
gathering threatening storm
clouds, clouded wet eye
usually, to
hold an object lovingly
is to remember
now the young scholar
learns something new and useful
in bed not in class
an incredible
shot, they called him dead eyes
instead of dead eye
good news for today:
a blue streak appeared in the
smoggy sky above
the sky a little
lemon, a little orange, nice but
radioactive
wash of sunrise light
all this glory spoiled by the
fallen on the field
my mini mart is
the mini mart’s blue dumpster
shared with some big rats
a phony phony
is what? a super phony?
a meta-phony?
i share one little
theory with you and you
think that i’m crazy
noose around his neck,
the details of his life seem
of no consequence
are those murmurings
a product of my stomach
or of my conscience
in memory the
years may fall away but for
much too short a time
nature is aimless,
undirected, random, a
very good role model.
absolutely free
love arriving today from
countries overseas
left-handed warblers
turning out over wide seas
they can never cross
why doesn’t angst lead to
action more often instead
of just to more angst?
dim light between night
and morning when most hunting
and killing is done
was it a case of
mistaken identity
or desperate love?
what you have taken
you cannot return. some holes
cannot be refilled.
livid vivid bruise.
gravid, she’s livid avid
fervid perfervid.
how do you say that
which you have to say, in the
face of great anger?
we were men, now we’re
wolves. werewolves. no need to ‘ware.
we are not warewolves.
(“wer” means “man” in Old High German and Old English.)
nuclear option:
just take a gun and blow your
own brains out with it.
finally winter
long absent will become known
as the lost season
he was hypnotized.
she was intrigued. they stepped
off the cliff of love.
how do i carry
that weight? i never get up.
it imprisons me.
kate, nate’s late mate, showed
him the gate when she caught him
on a date with cate.
bad news in the air.
do you hear it? probably
not. most of us don’t.
truth, the light bringer
may arrive with pain as well
and fresh confusion
impressive silence
i stand alone in a field
no breeze and i sneeze
yes I forgive you
but do it just one more time
unforgivable
dance of shadows on
cave wall, thrown there jittering
by this new thing, fire
unfortunately
citizen science often
includes the bible
slow loris, coolist
of the animals on earth,
if not existence.
recreate the past
in memory, emotions
like ghosts in your head
i’m telling you for
the very last time that this is
not quite the last time
coincidences
good luck bad luck happenstance
all such things take time
is the darkling sky
at twilight the same as the
lightling sky at dawn
although monkey see,
etc., fortunately none live
near coal power plants
adam eyeballed eve
trying hard to see right through
that magical leaf
it’s never too late,
assuming that you’ve got a
first-class time machine.
when the game of life
is played the biggest losers
lose permanently
god loves you, pilgrim.
having said that, what’s up on
tv this evening?
let your counselor
choose your path. that can be your
excuse later on.
i prayed daily
then hourly but it turns out
god’s got a firewall
everyone gets the
the last moment but nobody
gets to describe it
if you think it’s just
that time again, you’ll just do
the same thing again.
endless love: two sinks
in the bathroom upstairs, both
used at the same time
man’s only hunger
isn’t food, which is why we’re in
the mess we’re in now.
speak the word three times,
they said. it’ll be yours for life.
murder, he said, thrice.
rooster soup, the king’s
favorite dish, his downfall
death by poisoned comb
beijing blue sky days
prompt rapturous poetry
widespread nostalgia
one breast slightly too
large, a tough operation,
a perfect evening
just go with it and
that means screaming at the top
of your lungs is fine
they all succeeded
except you, sir laid back. snooze
you lose. stop smiling.
in the animal
world if you’re a loser you’re
also somebody’s meal
the good old black and
gold my team back when i had
my life before me
fox in the hen house
party monster who does not
play well with others
man domesticates.
cats and dogs around the house,
numbers in bar codes.
like a box turtle
threatened he pulled his head down
when i kissed his lips
love broke my heart, fixed
it again, broke it, fixed it.
love, all-purpose tool.
wrinkle vanisher
i look years and years younger
with my clothes still on
let us dance while we still
can, and deny while we still
can, and then get drunk
as an icon i fear
iconoclasts, the bored,
and obscurity.
how could you eat those
twinkies in front of me when
i’m on this diet
can’t be deja vu
can’t be the same this time if
i’m about to die
ascending into
obscene riches, descending
into decadence
life is war said the kid
who spent his days at his wii
and didn’t have a life
the sands of time run
through the glass and once they’re through
my egg is boiled
when a dog is an
underdog in a fight with
a cat it’s just sad
i inspected her
for any aspect of virtue
before undressing
satan’s little imps
await instruction, faced
with this world of sin
daughter of a witch
her idiosyncratic
behavior suits her
once again, a fight
escalated rapidly,
turning into war.
rain clouds in the west
gray-white mountains in the air
turn black in their heart
do dogs and cats feel
nostalgic, or just sense some
good lost from the past
the fundraising drive
will drag on for weeks but he’s
never gonna give
give light room and it
scatters, spreading, thinning, and
the dark settles in
i am a liar
i have to be because there
is little hope here
mankind had a chance
knew better but didn’t take it
and then it was gone
the sun comes up once,
at the planet’s dawn start of
the revolution
gray morning headache
remnant of last night along
with this new tattoo
mallard ducks will eat
premium saltines as the
crackers float along
i’ll do it later,
he thought, and he thought, too late
now, when later came
steamy expression
she looks so so hot but she’s
got a cold shoulder
wood grain steering wheel
custom leather seats and a
full silvery moon
snake with a cold finds
a mousenest full of babies, this
reptile’s noodle soup
silent forest where
a trembling leaf foretells the
coming violence
i have not gargled
in years. should i be concerned
or leave my throat be?
please specify your
race so that we can judge you
appropriately
watching not doing,
speaking not thinking, we’re all
present not living
mother nature’s words
of wisdom in a language
we have forgotten
rich beyond measure
beware complacency lest
your income decline
name the love of your
life to define how happy
or sad that life was
around the campfire
at the dude ranch, buffalo
wings, smores, good red wine
a secret’s lie is
that somehow truth matters more
than its twin, fiction
mine has digital
display and “burst of steam.” i
win the iron battle.
owl, mouse’s hated
neighbor, invited himself
over for dinner.
a traffic snafu
killed him. then st. peter couldn’t
find his name listed.
west of the pillars
of hercules, a whirlpool
sucks down sailing ships
sand from sea to sea,
a column of gold in a
dune all that is left.
which animal might
drunk blunder into at night
a dry cactus patch?
ocean paradise.
warm sand, breakers thump, alone.
the world as it was.
he is the problem,
not his guns, money, pimples,
or bad recipes
in the house of night
stars filling the prairie sky
god remains silent
his caper is to
caper about while using
capers in a sauce
smallish meteor
dropped into the ocean. its
wave engulfed new york.
A real cutie. Before the accident.
(Six-word story)
well before sunrise
this nightmare child for certain
is up for the day
the cat rock steady
crouched and focused on the bird
well his ears do twitch
out of jail at last
back working in the cane fields
his sallow skin tanned
nature goes bankrupt
the sun doesn’t come up or some
sad equivalent
nature provides man
with insufficient instincts
about tomorrow
any southern comfort
other than whiskey for this
non-white visitor?
muggy morning sun
crossing to golden temple
a water taxi
more hate fate
than love it
(six-word poem)
down in the canyon
for afternoon tea we had
nuts and spring water
three deer standing on
the curb, waiting for a break
in heavy traffic.
sporadic bouts of
joy and terror smoothed to
a gray hum by pills
the revelations
end when enlightenment comes.
then it gets boring.
fear is a gift from
nature that man can mute. let’s
watch the tsunami.
winter past, now the
weather spurs new life, new growth,
but not for the old.
empty the garbage
we need to start some new dumps
in the countryside
see what man has done
to the planet and think oh
god please never this
we’re going down on
him, the god, to bring back the
summer, his good mood.
nature’s most caustic
substance: spousal vitriol
occasioned by rage.
she was dancing flame.
the red spotlights lit up each
time she hit the pole.
the exigent seen
from afar appears insane
when the race is gone
first time out of the
city, first impressions: lots
of space, lots of trees.
first be remembered,
then you can worry about
being forgotten.
it comes from within,
hot, sulfurous, spreading, to
dissipate without.
wind from the northeast,
stiff, bitter, insistent, dry,
on a cloudless day.
lots of animals
eat crickets, including man,
but crickets sing on.
a ham is pressed best
with jeans not all the way down,
but framing the cheeks.
undercover in
the battle of the sexes,
he/she infiltrates.
hummingbirds, flighty,
don’t walk. neither do penguins,
who waddle. i pace.
taste it first. when you
swallow, it’s gone forever.
unless it repeats.
all matter in the
universe, multiplied by
time, and i pop out.
if i knew myself
like you know me, probably
i’d hate myself too.
dodos are extinct,
but what about me? before
long, i’ll be extinct.
owl eyes are about
prey. owlish eyes signify
you aren’t a birdbrain.
god doesn’t blame you to
your face. feel your guilt and hear
his silent assent.
for the ants, what is
an extravagance? it’s no
different for man.
terns migrating, pole
to pole, the distance between
my husband and me.
go ahead and blow
up the world. later, you can
blow up heaven too.
satin water warm
as her skin, let wilderness
wash the city off her.
regular dog eat
dog; vegetarian dog
eat meatless hot dog
caravan winds through
tall dunes, trade beginning to
shrink the world for us
complimentary
kisses from an angel or
some sort of large hawk
hire inspire admire
wire desire require perspire
tire mire misfire fire
three out of four of
my current wives tell me i’m
living a false life
sunrise, noon, sunset.
when it’s over, a day is
god’s small metaphor.
describe a color.
bore me with quantum mechanics.
thrill me with poetry.
or vice versa.
mary and the gas man
were doing great until her
spouse came home oily.
the brontosaurus,
sixteen metric tons. the ears?
nothing between them.
my phone ringing in
the woods sounds like a chainsaw
to scare off the bears
this appliance is
plastic, sir. the repair shop
for it is the dump.
so long as you both
shall live, anything could happen,
whatever your vows.
bedraggled birds on
stormy wire. rain and wind. men
waiting at the curb.
thinking hurts my head
talking doesn’t solve anything
crying makes it worse
the good ole days, when
the good ole boys could handle
the earth any ole way.
raspberry chiggers,
rose thorns, a handsome man with
fearsomely bad breath.
implosions collect.
explosions scatter. nature
casually sorts.
gentle winter rain
puddling in old snow. black birds,
slick feathers gleaming.
four beers and poor lighting,
i find my prince. morning sun,
in my bed, a frog.
strip mine the earth and
clear cut the forests and some
bruising will occur
mom is glad you stayed
but sad you were utterly
wasted the whole time
around the farm all
the fields and woods are gone and
they’re not coming back
at the heart of true
despair lies understanding,
which doesn’t cure the pain.
fergit it if it’s
legit. life’s too short to walk
a slow honest path.
it doesn’t hurt if i
don’t think about it. i think
about it a lot.
matter jitters slow
below freezing, with nature
pretending to die.
cats, dogs, and humans
exist in a room sparse in
nature’s furnishings.
pressure drop presages
storm, skies graying. Shoulders draw
up on field workers.
he writes these in third
person. he’s a really
awesomely great guy.
the kardashians.
kim il un. krispy kremes. it’s
a colorful world.
back again, back-to-
back back-outs, ever the same. he’s
in, he’s out, he’s through.
politicians make
sausage. nature too decides
by grinding all things.
pardon me, sir, but
you are standing on my throat,
and the sun has set.
forget “wet the bed.”
a popular, trendy sports phrase
now is “poop the bed.”
as we walk and the
bad dog charges, let it be
me he tries to bite.
a walk in the woods
or action movie? really,
dude, are you kidding?
extinct, stuck somewhere
in the tar pits, he’s a real
california star.
touching soft pink forms,
i’m floating, weightless, needy,
but still not divorced.
my kidneys have shut
down. no pain. long shadows stretch
across a strange land.
loving you is like
running across the freeway
naked at rush hour
we first thought they were
sky lanterns, not the poisoned
air itself, burning
want to thrive? learn to
live in the city, like deer,
fox, coon, coyote.
impatient behind
the wheel, he then ended up
behind the eight ball
complete darkness comes
to the spirit when it loses
all lightness of being
inflexible rule.
you can’t bend it, so break it.
it’s bound to be wrong.
come find me in the
woods, on the mountain, in the
sea, while i’m still there.
the bulletproof heart.
safe house or prison? humans
need to be human.
mighty tasty, say
the spider, vulture, human.
de gustibus, etc.
technology both
obscures and reveals the world
of nature to man
new holiday hours
now open for business
twenty-four seven
Open your eyes. Take a
breath. Settle. Feel the breeze and
the sun on your face.
cuddle up with your
new electronic device
and learn about life
nature’s wordless poems,
recited daily by wind,
sun, clouds, and shadow
out of beans, forced to
serve instant, my shame drove me
to poison my guests
the cliff edge won’t last
but it will outlast you if
you decide to jump
god won’t like me when
he finds me in heaven. the
hare hides from the wolf.
elementary
particles aren’t. nor are the
particles’ pieces.
that guy cut me off.
lightning splits a mountain tree.
fire burns the slope clean.
first on my list of
promises: before sunrise
i’ll face east and wait
coming soon, a long
summer. a longgggg summer. both
hemispheres at once.
repetition? sure,
to learn. but remember, you
can’t repeat your life.
duz preposteruz
blue fuzz make you nervuz, like
cuz wuz, or nonpluzd?
i pretend that i
get lost in her eyes and try
not to look lower
weekly marathons,
an emergency service
for some obsessives.
rose, holly, iris,
tansy, dahlia. forget
me not, buttercup.
my husbands fight me,
thinking they’re so big and tough,
but i’m the mantis.
they try to make it
rain but the rain never falls.
droughts have no rainbows.
homer’s wine dark sea
pristine aegean of the greeks
petroleumized
mob rule, unity
of intent, whatever, it’s
togetherness time
ordinarily
our homeostatic state
shields us from what’s real
surly snowman has
a right. his girl got climate-
changed into snowmelt.
may your soul live on
for all of eternity,
or half of it, say.
the toaster raises
his glass and speaks, hopes and wishes,
not facts, tumbling out.
the dream of a death
awakens me glad for this
quick death of a dream
everyone has an
accent and a skin color.
and a prejudice?
it was a struggle
but i made it, admired by
life’s rubberneckers.
he read it slowly,
the geologist, earth’s book
of fire, ice, and time.
i’m wounded, he said.
but not in your heart, she said.
lower, in your pants.
man, toxic, lies prone.
earth lies prone, its chemical
bright colors lying.
little victories,
big defeats. rainfall ceases,
the puddles dry up.
forest sounds on tape
playing high above the city
on the ninety-ninth floor
bereft, he laughs, daft,
and crafts a muffed raft, miffed, and
hefts his haft abaft.
you told me and told
me and i didn’t hear. then you
stopped, and that I heard.
swaybacked old mattress,
ticking stained by countless nights
of love’s wet result.
spread it out with care
because too thick or too spare
creates brown and bare
it was alcohol,
not my precious free will, that
made me self destruct.
eternal darkness,
eternal light, or god’s hit
one-time-only display?
return to the dust
your mind, body, transforming them
into the future.
angel lives on the street
in a tough neighborhood,
a lion on the veldt.
birds of prey fly in
balance on mother earth, while
mankind tips the scales.
the scar on the earth
signals our deep excisions,
to exploit, not heal.
age with grace, not rage,
for our sake, though the final
result cannot change.
try to understand
yourself, please, before you try
to understand me
Luke’s lewd lurid lust
lured Luna. Lupine, lying,
thus laying the lass.
alone, love, like you,
night ocean restless beneath
my rolling wood boat.
lin o’leum, my friend.
all the kids teased him most
abominably.
a pound of feathers
weighs the same as a pound of
iron, they say. no way.
my exquisite blood
hasn’t changed much since monkey times,
unlike my brain size.
if the gun goes off,
hold me accountable. it’s
my right to goof up.
she got the drop on
my heart but despite my hopes,
didn’t pull the trigger.
the human race, at
end times, still had never guessed
what that end would be.
no need to make time
for the end. death will cancel
all your appointments.
uh oh. crunching sounds
at the movie and not on
the screen. beside me.
make the guy love you?
save yourself the trouble cause
it don’t work that way.
if you like kinky
don’t wait till your honeymoon
to tell your new spouse
laundry detergent
or in other words a box
of scented clothes soap
frustrated attempts
frustrate human beings but
not bugs, time, or death.
sweat tears blood shine, yellow
metal fender fading to
gray as the sun sets.
the human race is
in disgrace for screwing up
the planet, our home.
thirty-three cents each
to mail postcards. used to be
only a penny.
most call it love but
with all the pain, it’s just a
bad heart condition
is it amnesia
when, aged, I forget so many
moments in my life?
i make clocks so i
named the kids tick & tock. now
it’s all digital.
borrow it. keep it.
the genii’s been gone ten years.
my three wishes? stunk!
make no bones about
it. he’s a bag of bones but
he has made his bones.
when hubby starts to
solemnly swear, it’s time to
kick him out of there.
marriage? no way jose.
he’s kissable, otherwise
quite dismissable.
the winners rewrite
history so don’t believe
what my ex-wife says
what would make a man
make a moue? perhaps a strong
pickle or a slight?
warning: shade eyes when
blast occurs, signaling man’s
end on this planet.
the opossum is
an opportunist. also,
it’ll play opossum.
the next time around,
knowing me, will be the same
as last time around
an alternative
to sex – eating too much, say –
can cause the same shape
one word more or less
can make a big difference
in a short poem glorp
yes neanderthals
made apple pie, fossils of
which have just been found
i’d love for someone
in here to be nice to me
just one goddamn time
unhappy childhood?
just live long enough and you’ll
get a second one.
within our bodies
unknown to us chemistry
invents consciousness
when an obsession
hides within a preference
free will disappears
fix this nix to tix
to view pix of six kix in
the mix at fort dix
bit of cigarette
tobacco stuck on the lip
seldom seen these days
my girlfriend’s name is
iunne. that predicted some
ennui right up front.
when disease arrived
my trusted body changed and is
now this battlefield
almost… almost there
so close don’t stop oh my god
did the earth just move
the brown and black bear
are not related, unlike
the brown and black man
obscure oracles
databases that predict
and hide in smartphones
a bare-bones approach
to humor: make a face, fart,
and fall on your prat.
the consequences
of our modern life now loom
perhaps to end all
cricket sounds as i
walk for miles and miles at night.
that’s how many bugs?
my illusion of
self control disappeared when
i bit his mustache
she said we were through
but what hurt most was that she
finished with a wink
the sister wives have
a rotating schedule for
all their many duties
lost. at sea with my
thoughts. what should i do with all
this vacation time?
i write to praise… what?
i knew a minute ago…
oh yes. yeah. right. weed!
when it’s too soon for
trust to have grown, a leap of
faith might be needed.
given enough rope,
failure ensues. it is the
human condition.
Sleepless, eyes shut in
the dark. Lying with eyes open
isn’t natural.
this is home improvement:
remodel four bedrooms and
get rid of husband
I do the laundry,
hang it with clothespins on the
line in the sunshine.
all my hopes blasted
by that blasted fire, now i’ll
just go get blasted.
in the forest, lost,
cold, the trees indifferent,
rooted, mute, waiting.
my new wife blows like
a welcome breeze through this house
so lately storm-wracked
i wanted to spill
the beans but not break a heart
so i bit my lip
i took a spill the
other day while cycling fast.
i flew free, birdlike.
my island fever
struck five years in. beautiful
beaches drive me nuts
anger is a shout,
a fist, a blow, a slammed door,
love turned upside down.
there’s no either or
nor no neither nor neither
here. just what is, is.
what’s the oldest thing
you can see? is it starlight
from the edge of space?
my father left me
a surfeit of gilt-edged bonds
but no memories
the taste of lettuce
can it call memory like
proust’s madeleine
do the one percent
carry a lunch box to work
full of food treasure?
such pain so much hurt
my heart holds a bitter love
only death can cure
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