LEAF MOULD©

GREAT EXPLICATIONS

though the way is ordinary life

ordinary parlance is not the way to express it

language was designed for something else

talk about talking makes sense

sort of

talking is banderforth

unparlance might work

words that squiggle --

bandersnatch for instance

has scooped a tunnel

so here we plunder . . .

first of AWOL, remove your phat!

it's a trivialedge fraught with pensions

the devil must pay his dews

but this deaus ex machina is treedom

its Siriusness over Brighton Beach

brings no shadows, no gain, nothing given

it rhymes with thyme and spells

like a smelling bee

and if that doesn't do it

nothing will

ODE TO LEAF MOULD

and why not, just because

it sounds good

it would be better if there was some way

to say the real thing

fancy words, plain words, rhyming words

metric palaces contorted in theories of elegance

sunflower seeds

and why not?

a paw extends into the arena

coauthor of chicken scrap fame

the sense of it is gentle

masking centuries of volcanic manes

(ooops!)

and mass extinctions celebrated in a cymbidium

the whole business rumbles along like a wheel

with one side flatted

making it out of tune

or jazz, if you please

I think that green parrots like sunflower seeds

doesn't anyone?

or the whole thing is frog void

if you prefer

say anything and that's part of it

it'll make good leaf mould

HARVEST MOON

looking for a better dawn

or magic just around the bend

seems to have run its course

what a steaming pile

becoming humus again

ATTUNEMENT

the seashore swallows arguments

leaving silence undisturbed

a bird singing through empty skies

MAD MONEY

come see the wonders of the world

magnificent achievements

for a fee

but fortunately

the need is slighter than the cash

not that anything here is so overwhelming

the wonder is so quiet

it's a mystery

surprises without announcements

joys that do not treasure themselves

GOODBYE REASONS

it was going to begin with a fender

off of a Maserati

an unlikely find at Ralph's Wreckers

or a week under the Bodhi tree

until Susan in the front yard found an avocado

unmistakably, three punctures in the skin

the mark of the squirrel

something to seem responsible for this

how delicious to have the seed

to start a tree

here in the home galaxy, inhabited by ants

and creatures of all sorts that do not dream

of driving a sports car

to give it temporary meaning -- with a missing fender

it might as well be Sunday

everything an offering

without knowing how

JOY

two or three weeks after planting

darkened with rain

topped with compost and smoothed

the planter box is truly a seed bed now

with one small sprout

that seeded itself

HOME COMING

eventually social ties are not the issue

let the hive buzz on

images are scaffolds that collapse

vectors of an unplayable tune

tumble weeds rolling in silent laughter

and the sky a vacant companion

doing nothing is the accomplishment of everything

let the world wag its tail

I extend a paw:

“Shake!”