Imagine the laid-back life of a zombie. First of all, you’re dead. So. No more taxes! That’s for sure. And monthly bills will bother you no more. Besides no more worries about death and taxes, look at how focused you are: your meaning and purpose have boiled down to searching for brains to eat. Admirable … More The Neighbors are Zombies Living in Maslow’s Basement!
The world is too beautiful to blink. Oops. There. You missed that. But there’s always more. That’s one of the beautiful things. This flame is here. Perhaps you remember from last year those leaves, that glow. Yet it is here and only here, this fall only falls here. The sloppy wet kiss of here and … More Sloppy Kiss of Now
It’s the looming horror of looming horror. It’s not seeing the ice for the freeze. It’s seeing the jumble or not that defines a thought outside the distracted noise and noisome breeze. It’s the faint glow below an eclipse. What am I? It’s not a riddle that got an answer. It’s not an answer, it’s … More Definition Poem
The wind that shatters the fountain’s plume into mist reminds preening ducks of winter’s coming; reminds me to forget the missteps; the blood; the summer.
Yes, the jury’s still out . . . because there’s a jury and a judge. But the search ends for the order unseen when we call out, Olly, olly, oxen free! The truth stops hiding and runs for base when you hang the jury; hang the judge, calling, Ollie, ollie, oxen free!