One lost DVD
stains all my gratitude
at the sun’s return.
☯
“High above it all”
depends very much, of course,
upon your staircase.
☯
I’ve never pondered
all those other mini-mart hands
depleting Pop-Tarts.
☯
Waving flies aside
across Green Lake Way from Spud,
blighted wood bleachers.
☯
Campus Parkway,
the grey crane casts no shadow
swinging, silent, south.
☯
Heart-shaped slice of pear
on the bus stop’s yellow line;
no sign of the knife.
☯
Whoever’s not home
presumably wants to buy
his tiny pot bags.
☯
Standing, her shut eyes
twinned black lines in soft pencil
all the way downtown
☯
If billions manage
their own deaths, then who am I
to gum up the works?
☯
The Ting Tings’ new one
& lying atop blankets–
serenity, Ah!
☯
He was old, crippled,
but a car cut his life short
anyway. (Lesson…?)
☯
“Rectal bleeding”–well,
I had to fill out their form
in some fashion, eh?
☯
Parka’d little girl
small Japanese umbrella
on her left shoulder.
☯
Tedium, fatigue,
gifts from fate I must treasure
until my last day.
☯
Gauzy white, cold blue,
the moon sets over Green Lake
six-twenty am.
