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AND A SIDE OF FRIES
sand wriggles in the scorpion's wake
leaving well enough alone
and so far the phoenix also seems to rise
crossing vine suspended bridges
flying high right there at Machu Picchu
with terraces in bas relief
a stone latrine
and a cello plays the line
sacred memories
interrupted by traffic jams
reason itself encrypted in blue marble
produces a stone mandala
the scarab beetle green
rubbing wings
invokes Sargent Pepper's hookah
and a red leaf quivering
for lack of rain
MODERN REASON
perusing ruins of an imaginative future
green ferns shade biological robots
the Change has brought retrogression
unbelievable wealth mocked on torn bill boards
broken power poles and a one legged stork
are silhouettes
solar panels wink shyly at the fusion revolution
but no one can refreeze the glaciers
ghostly lights undersea were once coral reefs
overpopulation yields to cannibalism
in Japan they once said
nebba hoppen, GI
but some of their islands disappeared
small ones, to be sure
nonetheless, leaders must season their constituents with salt
dried perspiration is no substitute
dark skies with volcanic lightning
a cornucopia of burns
people such as this author
stewed with hydroponic carrots
to avoid radioactive contamination
though officially denied
water is not to be hydroponically squandered
the curtain falls
everyone cheers
a great artistic achievement
makes one think though
does it not?
FLEET STREET
who knows at what place we enter the stream
or whether the stream just appears at this place
it has never stayed anywhere
is it catch as catch can
or a game of chicken?
perhaps losing is best
who ever thought that twitter bits would win?
just flitting about in breezy flocks
snatching seeds
what does Tabitha know?
or perhaps she feels the topic
she shifts to my writing arm
never having caught a twitter bit
rushing on
no matter what, it seems
she purrs
buying peanuts at Smart & Final
an unseasonable afternoon sun
skitters over stray cups in the parking lot
eddies at the checkout counter
how bland and beautiful the bald eyed sky
will this be the lucky day
a quarter on the ground?
right next to the car door
oh happy day?
ancient hymns from Sunday mass
one never knows the fate of scrimshaw
perhaps a tourist trade
the stream roars
a tsunami
can you hear the pin drop?
of course I pick up the quarter
oh happy day!
REDUCTO
the words sit and wait
who will ask to dance
is the author worthy
well spoken
one who knows the dance?
who dares lift this pen?
goodbye words
I don't know anything
the dance goes on without you
you are too self assured
wear a delicate sunset
stomp a drastic rhythm
get out!
I am so self effacing it's disgusting
there's no me here
truly
it's a bright sunless day
birds sing because I'm not here
Clang, Pow, Bam, Whimper!
do your worst
not here
can't hear you
your best is not equal
to my silence
