Could be Worse

bitten in my sleep

fan hums

losing patience yet no choice but to wait

friends occupied while I try to kill time

a move to a crime scene

sweaty, dirty job

flipping between diversions

heat, more bugs

thank God for the food bank

full stomach, AC, on my laptop

peace and quiet

people who care

time for reflection

sobriety and a clear head

it ain’t all good,

but it definitely could be worse 🙂




My mind is an ashtray

Full of half-baked thoughts

My feelings are delicate like a dry leaf broken off the tree by rain. The trees inspire me, the way they never stop reaching–even if it’s in the wrong direction.

The butterfly flaps its wings. Nothing happens. Six billion butterflies flap their wings. The rain stops–for good.

Now everyone will be delicate too. A slug hides under me, a root under that. The trees make their stand. Water or no, there they are. A desert awaits a salesman who dies of thirst.

Thirst for others. Uncertainty stares up at me from the chasm. I want to jump in–what a thrill, though short-lived.

Upholstery ensconced and yellow and white paint rush by. Many dead trees. The fire got them. They are ugly now, aren’t they?

The wind pushes the door shut. I re-open it time and time again. Will I ask the right questions, see the right angles? Or am I too obtuse?

Other leaves are lighting themselves ablaze. But what are their stories?

Did he hit the train, or did the train hit him? We’ll never know. Could you blame him, I mean would you?

My mind is a dirty ashtray. Ashes are soft, tasteless. They stand for nothing and let the wind carry them. They are lazy. I want to be the cherry. Hypnotizing, captivating. I’ll try hard.

Late Lark

Cool smooth lime

Bowling with the crickets

Sprites about and moonshine

A gay affair to behold for runny eyes

Statues ponder deeper ideas

Leaves are timid dancers

We drink it all in underneath the stars in between fits of laughter

There was a jar for complaints but we broke it in one of those fits

The balls roll, the pins fall or stand defiantly

The bakeries are at work

Making macaroons for the many

Beneath tall fir surrounded by neighborly juniper

Moon filters and swims through the air, free and joyful

It doesn’t have wants it knows no needs

Childlike and carefree it carries on and proceeds

to light the game


when I’m in your neighborhood I may ask a favor

If you are in favor of that. The angry cat jumps at you from the dark corner . Its energy is lethargic but its intent is lethal. You cannot avoid this intimate death. It was crafted for you by the Gods of War. Lost in the forest, you start to lose heart. But all is well for the leader inspires you. Dig deep and find your fight. It is strong. Practice your Kung Fu daily and frequently. It can’t hurt. Be like the cactus, but drink more water than the cactus does. Keep your blood and ligaments moving in loving circles. Dare to dance to the off-beat music that maybe only you hear. Keep the pace up and get ready to go to the limit. Don’t argue for it. Beware the witch hunt and fish the crick carefully.

Meditation & Action

Take me away to a place where the butterflies play

coloring outside the lines let me stray

thinking outside of the box I must say

as I focus on dreaming away the day


But there’s work to be done

problems are all on the run

got to catch them, solve them one by one

work with me it may even be fun


tarnished ideals and warped principles

giggle through the smoke and hide behind mirrors

the pain shouts the mind races in place

clear the smog, break the reflections

join hands and fight

yes we can

no we’re not gonna take it anymore

hoping for bloodless victory, knowing it’s half impossible

hang em high or let love decide their fate?

intellect wrestles emotions the back and forth of the oceans

dirty deeds done dirt cheap on plastic island

clouds protecting from sun or raining acid

Oh tell me, you duplicitous vapor, does the universe conspire in our favor?


Fight fire with fire

Let demons chase demons

Get over that hill and on to the next

Life’s too short for regrets

Don’t let desperation drive you it’ll let you down

Do things for yourself set yourself up to succeed

Don’t let your feet get tangled in the weeds

Nettle bristlecone cacti stuck like honey on your fingers

You’re all alone but you’re all you need just reach out from time to time don’t get too high on your steed

Love conquers all but can you conquer love

I think knots

I strive I half-ass I quit. Never.

Squeeze peace out of the situation with communication and tact

Never forget the ones who bring you

No or just do it cause it’s right