Too Much of Nothing

You say too much too much you lose the way and the universe seems too much for you. Not to make too much of this to make much of time, of hot, of cold, like a year in Chicago. Say you see her eyes move like stars way too slow and too much of nothing….

Words of Love

Honey, I’ve looked everywhere for the lost words telling your love for me in the kitchen compost bin in the basement of my heart in the attic of my ass (what a Fantastic Voyage that was!) through the crawl space between my breasts in the curls of my hair in the fishnets between my legs…

Around the point at high tide

…picking up somewhere we left off… The past is not enough to live on to make ends meet. what test passed avoids stays to wheedle this incessant urge past the tinnitus still sings proof below like wave bounce go easy under the sheer cliff and around the mossy point to the bay where the dolphins…

Scrap start with a comma

, and the Doodles on the radio just before the power grids out sing of the last rhino ringed. The past is not enough to live on to make ends meet. The colony runs consistent lanes running in opposite directions like lines of ancient text the queen home her future near but never quite here.

The Good Earth

Let’s make our planet good again think pigeons their T Rex origin. Oh wings of flesh and steel to fly you must first grow feathers. What cares the sloth slug squished by dino or sprayed with Ortho? As for Anthro won’t he be petrified up to his waste in his own coprolite? Rid us our…

Pig Roast

In backyard rock lined pit dug underground for roasting of pig. This yr pig day a hot one. The pig on a spit put into the pit by two strongest men, kneeling over the mouth, where a wood fire burning overnight has heated the rocks molten. The prepared pig at rest in the hot rocks,…

An Old Cat

He ate no more, “Please me no tuna dish at your open door,” around the room a moat filled with stone worms. For bait he’d chummed kittens cutely perched in nooks of paper cut hearts. A trawler he rowed to catch the bones of relict relish. He went on like this and on, a sophist…

Inflation

a simple moon once worth two bits now a bucket of silver dollars won’t buy a room with a hotplate view of the polluted lake. when all universe was still local we slept in the sky now moving stairs carry off the awful. the moon we have lights a dark gold daylily closed the mope…

Alphabet Primer

ant arpeggios ascending across apples bassoons beached catalytic converter clanking clanking clanking dogwood drowning each easy fustian frolic guitar gig hot heavy hair itch it juxtaposition kissing kangaroos loose monumental moment neononesuch operatuneditty pick pick pick quick quote roach run saturnalia socks tunnel tumult umbrella vexed virago waddle will exegesis you’re yours zone zero zonk

On this Spot

She came from around the sun in cherry blossom time and paused, here, on this spot , < and found she could not continue blind to the irises and black dots spotting the hawk on its back < ~ their ships were nothing like the science fiction versions more like eyelashes and eyebrows ^ ^…