pouring down the sink
a glass of coke
the beetle drowned in bliss.

last night's camp,
the rectangle of bent grasses
slowly reach up.

last night's camp,
a feather from my sleeping bag
waves goodbye.

last night's camp,
where I fumbled in the dark,
so simple now.

hai ku

An empty can and
Aggressive breeze
Make music in the vacant lot

Plucking a myriad from
My wool sweater
Little seeds without names

Silent moon gazing
We sit for hours
Feeling pagan origins

Biological Poetry 3

I know the importance of breathing,
and of molecules
and of water
and of air.

swimming, floating, basking
our cells dividing one million times a second
between microcosmic intervals of rest

while we take the day off
to picnic at the reservoir.

Biological Poetry 2

heat:
the dust of metabolism
and what is the broom of the system?
pounding body, pulsing blood
beeting heart.

words of wisdom:

1. where often there's one, there's more.

2. no knot can't be untied.

3. it's never too late to be prolific.

estate

I stopped in their driveway to notice the furniture
leaned against each other like suitcases at an airport.
so soon,
the bed still smelling of death.