Pithy

Pale sour

proof—that the

last man

standing

is the one with

no aim—oozes

like juice

from a humble and

lopsided lemon;

the difference

between it—and a vast

glass of pink lemonade

is roughly the

difference between the

best idea—

and the best idea

anyone's ever had.

Unless You Get Fired

Eight a.m 

alarm—
on vibrate—missed

your 

window—things
look ugly—can't

look forward, can't

go backward—just
try getting

sunlight from a dark-

roast coffee!

Shut your eyes

then—only listen

to all the ignorant
birds and
bugs who only know their season—

the busy buzz of
bees is pretty
sweet no matter
which o'clock

disgraces morning.

Eucharist

How

diaphanous

the inky black-

berry!

provokes my

tongue with

thrills

of sable

music—melting,

dissolving,

gone—and that

That (not

specious

This)

Was God.

What is Real?

Quick—picture

packs

of powder-

ed 

emphatically

non-

dairy cream-

er.

Bound

Adjacent

to the jammed expess-

way—a few horses

swishing

easily their tickled

tails—

content to keep

other-

wise still—and

low

in fields of endless-

ly

—repeating clover.

Juno, Nevertheless

farmers market

—hallelujah!

humid 

browsers—hallelujah!

cloths

red-

checkered—hallelujah!

honeysuckle—

HALLELUJAH!

beaming baskets—background

music—coffee and focaccia incense—

shrink-

wrapped frosting—hallelujah!

smushy salesman

—hallelujah!

"five for

twenty"—hallelujah!

Christ! Cash 

Only—catch 

you 

next time.

As Is

Intransigent 

symmetry of two-

lane blacktop 

walking path entreats me—

stick to the right 

side

stick to the

right side

stick to

the right side—and my 

legs and I 

just comply

thoughtlessly—

never mind

the way each side's 

deserted—never 

mind what things are like

on the other 

side of that emphatically 

boldyellow line

—I'd rather wander 

cheaply than wonder 

free but bound 

to such an

expensive new perspective—besides

there are probably 

endless ways

that we are free

to see but never 

really meant to.