Classic Dionysian Drinking Song

So, Bacchus, old friend, 

Here we go again, staggering 

Down timeworn marble steps 

To a dank beckoning cellar— 

Let’s drink to that to no end. 

Poetry Slam in the Garden

Did you say slugfest? 

I hear that’s where you squash them summer 

Moonlighting sloggers one by one till there ain’t no 

Undisputed champion of cabbage heads left punching 

Cauliflower ears in them rutabaga leaves 

No more. 

Nada: My Own Private Idaho

Today I spent the morning writing about yesterday, 

And thought it was good I had something to say— 

The rest of the day I thought about tomorrow, 

And what I’d write about if there was no tomorrow. 

Body of Water

In his sleep, he saw 

The goddess had awakened 

On a moonlit strand— 

And was now walking on waves 

Swathed in phosphorescence 

Back to no man’s land.

Out on a Limb

Imagine loving a tree—is that so foolish? 

Look at you earthbound 

Looking up at me, caught up 

In that instant, what kind of fool 

Can you see?