The stars let us down
Either that or bad math
Have caused us to call
...
Give thanks
Social programming
Has not yet mastered its science
...
Do Not Insert
Foreign Objects
Into Fan Blades
Never check
...
Coasting down Pickett Peak Grade
Something flashed across the windshield
Blew in the open window
To crawl on my bare leg.
...
Once upon a time
We charmers & brigands
Held life -yes!
In the palm of our hands
...
Almost by default
I slip further & further
Past unemployments
And broken plumbing
...
'...Believe me,
you don't want to be held
against a chainlink fence like I was
with a machine-gun under your chin
...
Ah the sweet aire of Otherness,
no matter how close & familiar,
the spotted ladybug manuevering
up my armhairs
...