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? 

Interior Architecture

People keep asking us why 

Our house has so many windows— 

When we were designing it, 

My wife and I decided 

It would have as many windows 

On the world as necessary 

To make us feel at home inside.

Logorrhea, My Contribution to World Poetry Day

We run off at the mouth whenever we say whatever 

We put down is what we have to say and nothing’s going stop us, 

Come what may— 

Okay, bulldozers, let’s have it our way but 

What are we going to say when our treads are sinking in deep 

Shit with everybody running the opposite way? 

Ventriloquist aka Monsanto's GMO Stool Pigeon

Talk about someone throwing their voice! 

Even the head of our dummy corporation can’t tell 

Where the next rat’s coming from. 

Lonesome Pine Inn

Much too crying out loud thinking 

The reticence where 

Soon to be boxed in 

A canyon resonating 

Somewhere out there.