Poetry

For horses to surprise the sun
For minus signs and the omnibus performance space inside Neville Chamberlain
For perfect angels in this soup
For hard dovetails and unnecessary riders of shame

All it takes is one bullet to rip through the heart of a nation, to shatter any sense of peace or security. To bring incomprehensible loss and portend senseless violence

They’ve been watching, thinking man humorous until 
the holocaust - killing your young isn’t acceptable. 
Karma is in man’s horoscope; the planets are aligning. 
You should leave, find a new home near humility.

And then it’s the time of Don-roe and they
All doors open, north and south.
Canada, Columbia, Cuba,
we can only wait
and see.

Maybe it is not that I am ruthless
but that I make a good
impression. Or usual delusion
means the snake is not me
who swallowed the egg,

                     One
                day I met my
             Master, at that mo-
        ment heaven & hell ceased
      To exist, even the dragon fly
       knew she cld. transcend

dust doesn't rush
it has patience
it waits while i sit down
while i decide
what can wait until tomorrow

There are place problem dreams
With deep bones that don’t change
As you look at them
There is the city dream
And the house dream

There lived in a forest a fox and a stork who passed each other virtually every day and they both had that regional quirk where they were invariably civil and polite while secretly despising the other but they were also sensitive and neither wanted to be accused of being practitioners of the 'Seattle Freeze...'