Hot humid Sunday

People locked inside cool rooms

Crows rule earth and sky

Recollections reflect

Worn tales my mock self tells me -

Polish the mirror

Great gray-blue heron

With water up to thin shins

Glares through at his toes

Thunder and sunshine

It rained off and on all day -

Lazy wet Sunday

Having hatched alive,

This flat snake froze a moment

When the wheel rolled down

Wet, cold, windy May

So unlike Carolina

That geese have flown south

Dreamer tried to tie

A complex knotted lanyard

For my tarot deck

Seen through the window

Crape myrtle tossed in a storm

By the heat pump fan

In each root’s shadow

Emerald moss huddles safely

On the beaten trail

Up late on the net

Each dream has its URL

In the web of sleep

File complaint in space provided:

There’s an ragged patch

Where my gold star ought a be -

Metaphorically

Likely Epitaph (After Li Po)

Here lies John so drunk

He fell from his boat and drowned

Embracing the moon.

Letter to my son:

Being sister-nipped

Ain’t the same fucking thing as

Being pussy-whipped.

My dog cat & I

Share a single mind watching

One mad buzzing fly

The Frog Princess kiss

Thin lips of cool blue passion

Her breath smells of flies