an old fly,
a tired fly,
lands on the lip
of my cup. i
try to brush
him away. he
hardly stirs and then
he flies away
thumbalina
jumbalaya
jumbled laya
i used the wrong term
to refer to
our ex-president. i
forget right now what
i actually said. i
should have said
"atheistical", oh
he may believe in a god but
it is certainly not the
God of the Bible
saw a man on the bus with a 40" tv in a box
might have just got it out of pawn.
mine's much smaller but it came with a
working VHS recorder
i found it out by the curb
those are pearls that were his eyes
pearl vision
gurl w/a purl
chef porn
masque or bake
she cargo
riding the "spur" bus on the
spur of the moment...the
gleam in your eye
elsie the elf
elf diners in san francisco
to which faeries were invited
the elf on the shelf
the berkeley poet who wrote
a poem for me, sug/gesting that
i was under some kind of enchantment
unless someone came dressed in
elf clothes down to his very toes
no more of that
no more of taos or santa fe
no more san francisco or berkeley
no more of provincetown or even houston
the essential place is everywhere
everywhere for the tourista
sammerkand
summer kind
jam ma'am
ph factor
ph d
lost in tanglewood
bourbon suburban
complaint turned into compliment
compliant bending easy to train
no better'n he oughta be
mazaratti
nazarene
the luck sure ye inne
the things we used to dream about
to scream about
have all but disappeared
we are old now
very old
and getting ready to
kick the can
on down the road
arrows
eros
cupidity
disarmament
my dharma heir
news pfeiffer
dental
mental
penny houren
the last smile
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