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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