Calling all hard-liners:
Divulge your honest-to-
Goodness raison d'etre.... more »
I briskly scrubbed a barnacled cereal flake
From my new Dansk bowl when I felt
Robbed of self.... more »
Out of plenty
Coin of the realm:
Out of many, one.... more »
Leiko pretends to brush back her hair,
Catching the Nikkei news on the JumboScreen,
Covering stories of worker bees,
Walling her way to the shopping mall.... more »
The World Series of Poker
Is no best of seven
When The Hidden Hand
Audits games.... more »
'Quit yer stallin’ & git movin’! '
A chiseled ump spits, girthed
In a chest protector barrel,
And splits up a stale quarrel... more »
Torsos, armed with lumber,
Shadowed by a lawman
And his padded captive, half
Of a battery's intense pair,... more »
Larry Ellison in stereo.
Bellow hornswoggle thrice.
CEO of Oracle.... more »
Perched on a high rock,
I hear the desert
Scrub brush and rubble... more »
Frost whitens my window.
Shadow glides past – barred owl?
The brow of the pane swallows it.... more »
He’d mean like a man who meant it.
He’d ask his soul, “Who sent it? ”
He’d say of this life he’d spent it
Heeding the narrow gist of “it.”... more »
Big Theodore Roosevelt wasn’t.
Men make themselves woozy with want.... more »
Thick office chatter slips
From “if I had my druthers…”
To gripes about mothers.... more »
Freedom of Information
Is an Act, not a right.
It’s fairly tight-fisted.
You might say unfair.... more »
when earners are hell-bent
on entertaining to entertain
raise notions.... more »
When anyone feels it welling up
They feel like upstarts, so watch them.
Watch for when anyone seems to pierce the veil,
And see through to a fathomless well.... more »
A too-proud soul
Expands its skin twenty-fold,
Balloon-like, and rejects all closeness.... more »
What words should we etch
On memory’s precious plaques?
Which monkeys would we willingly stretch... more »
Those with something – they can make
Something out of nothing.
Nothing always takes something
To give forth, to yield.... more »
Absolutely No way
Is it about incessant expansion
Into metaphysical mind-space,... more »
Won’t catch me stalking the prize cattle of Hyperion
Nor casting baited lines in Ra’s inestimable fishery
While he steers his fiery bark (a theory on
This has Ra ever steering and watching) . ...... more »
Tears welled and threatened
To leave tear-track evidence
Of breathtaking profundity.... more »
in his Meditations
Implores us to explore
Our constitution and... more »
A crutch wedged in a thankful pit,
Close-gripped with a knurled fist
- Suspension bridge of pure grit -
Each reached plank, a pearled day.
Each early stride, a kept pledge
To un-scar an old, unkempt waddle,
Like forswearing the old booze bottle,
From near plank to far ledge.
Far below a thankless pride
Stokes dank and orange grudges,
Declining all crutches for gorges.
Thus it, with itself gorged, trudges.
The earthen lip of the far ledge beckons
To this wrecked boy. (Our days are few.)
“I'll use what I have, ” he reckons,
Modest watershed, these days
People haven’t yet begun
Foraging for drink.
Think yourself self-storage?
Think yourself mere curtilage
Where cobwebs sag abandoned?
Where stand your thin walls,