one-track-mind squirrels
how very focused they are
burying their nuts

Red berries, brown leaves
Mulch pockmarked by nuts ensconced
Safe for the winter

oh, to simply be

at peace within one's own mind;

so calm, yet so bored

we all sit silent
awaiting the news which comes
always too quickly

十

in Central Park my loves combine
where claymade form and grass entwine
to scupt a golem tall and fair
with sprightly wit and knightly air
to sweep me off my weary feet
and whisk me to the stars at night
where flights of fancy find a seat
amidst the lands of giants' might
where suns and moons swirl unattended
whisper sweetly all is mended
while we both but slumber here
amidst the whirling twirling spheres
we lay suspended sighing so
ignorant of the beast below
the beast within who drives our sight
to fly among the stars at night
with not a word I step aboard
and leave this world of mine behind
I'd give up all I can afford
to fly with you through space and time

passing by fields, earth
seeping in slowly, uplifting
my vegetable soul

idly ladling
limp-noodled I lay listless
lamenting the loss

Persimmon shadows
chase lazy lavender clouds
off the horizon

Moiling eddies twist and twirl

in winds of opportunity;
I do my best to hold on tight
and grin delight into the breeze

"Excuse me mister,
Are you the one they call Jack?"
He reached for his gun;
As he answered me slowly,
His moustache gleamed in the light

蒲公英

Residing liminal 'twixt fast and slow
Faint flourishing where man-made meets the street
Sporadic sprays of yellow ebb and flow
A creeping weed has never looked so sweet.
Beset by eager workers, formed and set
Your beauty goes unnoticed, trowl'd and sprayed
By wands and gallon jugs and hydric jet
With human chemicals, your flourish fades;
Betrayed and trodden, senza voce, seethe
Oh how I'd eat your blossoms, drink your leaves

O dandelion!
Spring weeds pucker in the sun
A creeping beauty

Cut grass wafts thickly
Once free of winter's shivers
The shearing begins

Awake at long last
Pink blossoms hang heavily
Sagging with the rain

[01/04/11]

Through cloudy portholes
three miles high, a whisper:
What life lies beneath
the rolling folds of nimbus?

I glimpse a city
by the sea; spark'ling waters
yield to whittled steel,
each light a shining beacon
of prosperity.

Night comes; I glimpse another
rather like the first
but larger; Buxom and brash,
she roils in sequin'd
highways, clad in gold,
the spill from streetlamps clamors
for a taste. And yet
some highways shuttle slowly,
shifting shadows 'neath
the lamplight's golden fountains.

Hungry, ties and suits
meander down this city's
streets; her highways full,
bored by now by their being.
On and off they go;
exit ramps are silly straws
siphoning slowly homeward.

a turkey vulture
wings buffeted by strong winds
hangs stationary

So if your strife strikes
at your sleep remember that
Spring swaps snow for leaves

-Mumford and Sons, "Winter Winds"

Loading lane pigeons
Wings percussive on impact
Full 180 swing

Half-soft bananas
Some fruits just don't travel well
Cabin pressure browns

Soft at first, then wet
My body heat melts nature's
Cold wintry kisses