A new semester looming
and my laptop always open:
making future explorations
of reality that much more efficient

Exclamation points

Can be reserved for texting
But when you're painting
The oh-so subtle contrasts
Show you really care

One Two Three steps back
One Two Three recitals wrecked
One Two Three fell swoops

Heading South

At 46 miles-per-hour
a windy two lane
hurls gravel, wispy dust clouds,
the occasional
possum carcass, and glaring
sun right in my eyes:
a short-term, momentary
vision extended
through time--recurring, novel.

Swimming in student papers
and there's a broken
record spinning in my head

Sunny Saturday
Sitting in the house
Watching football

Dogs pacing the floor
Uninspired
By the ad for ADT
Home security systems

Keep looking at the Preacher
Gone to Texas
sitting on my desk:
a cigarette
and shadows cast
by musculature
orange and black

I wish there were
a thousand words for love

so it wasn't always
hot or cold
"ouch" or "yeah"

and we could better
see the humor
in our crossed wires
and misplaced messages:

ecstatic or depressed
asleep or awake
sober or drunk
confident or not

the world around us moves
through our perception

Excelsior
the yellow
sword

Wasn't but a minute
before
I stopped what I was writing
and let myself feel
the neighborhood sounds,
autumn air
alive and rumbling.

Weak

How 'bout just running some hot water
over yesterday's grounds
to save me a trip to the store...

I wonder what ever happened
to those words
we used to say.

It happened to be

the first day of school

when rumors of tornadoes

whipped through town.

They took us by surprise,

scattering papers and plans

like some elaborate

slapstick routine:

a hoax of grand proportion.

It made us laugh for hours.

WOW

It's been a long time since I've been on here...but I'm starting back up. So, hold on...

May Day

The first day in May
Saturday
Coffee stains on the keyboard
C F V and G
In particular
I stapled 30
Pages of a book to its front cover
Just to hold my place
An open window
Lazy dog snoring
This must be peace

before i know it days have passed

been looking at the same old cobwebs
hanging in the corner
wafting unadorned

a cool quiet wind
and a wooden matchstick
the window cracked: a new
flame flickering

Percolate Faster

Caffeinated brain
KA-BAM
Bright moaning
Star crossed words
Osmosis
(Almost) slowing down
For one more second
Before it's done
Like THAT
For now

blank computer screen
sunlight glaring through the blinds
little thoughts disperse

This is something to pay attention to:

Armed Protesters March On (or at least near) D.C.--Scheduled for April 19th

It's funny how the yellow flowers
erupt beneath the morning sun
when I have eyes to see them.

Dwight

it's tempting to be
sentimental in the spring
when evening drags on

there's a mournful song
i love to hear, those simple
slow ecstatic tears

a leaf of dried sage
still smoking in the ashtray
spark wind haze and ash