I've walked so many days and miles
until they've added up to years.
I've tried to avoid concrete paths
in favor of country roads and trails
where boots impact much softer land.

Sometimes those roads went past large farms
sometimes clusters of hobby farms
occasionally a family farm
where a long swing hung from an oak's limb.

But between these well kept fields
were woods and sometimes
deserted fields.
Where my journey turned toward a rutted road
or a dim trail beneath forest's crown.

silk ice cream
what do you mean
the covers insane
please light their flame
property pornography
falling hynotic scheme
to deliver such a scheme
look to brighten glaze
stand orphaned quite amazed
a kiss on the neck
a means to reflect
invisible man with a harbored plan
place a caravan to bed
sorrow of search sign a head,
built upon the rock
sorrowful sway to cock
age to glass

bone yard to brighten
years gone forgotten
we killed Ben Laden
place of fries

we invited
Urayoán Noel
onto the car port above the Sherpas.

send in a friend.
make haste with the tape!

do you understand without much ado
meanings: the lessons for working in teams?

dreams fade if you look away from meanings...
cruel dictates prove only fodder for ghouls;

fools delight in belittling opposite tools
of research in institutions seeking help from above.

One Careful Owner…..Or Not..

I killed an asthmatic child today,
by starting my cars engine.
It was not my fault in any way,
god’s country says, it’s not a sin.

I’ll go to church pray awhile
god can ease a parent’s pain.
It’s a pity I can’t walk a mile,
so, I’ll drive up there again.

Later at my weekly shop,
with luck I’ll kill an old Dear.
Doesn’t matter if I fail to stop,
it intensifies the fear.

Dust puffs beneath my well worn boots
with every weary step I take.
Once in a while a sharp pain shoots
from knees which are recently fake.

I've walked so many unpaved lanes,
avoiding asphalt when I could.
This way is steep above the plains
but I guess still moving is good.

A huge hickory sends welcome shade
on, this, a warm mid autumn day
across the road from a wild glade.
Ere long its leaves will float away.

Pa says we must avoid at all cost
soy effervescence! he must be right--
we always do just what he says
schools promote sins and abominations--he preaches!

we never go to churches since he
stands outside a different one each week with gram-ma
preaching against the contamination
of soy effervescence in such detail:

explaining how it may be sprayed
on your food without your knowledge--
how it will age you prematurely--
weakening bones, stiffening joints
leading to premature brain addlement!

we are cousins
to the flowers

catching a dust mote
in sunlight

I think about
how even the
mountains crumble

we will all
return to the earth

life is a
closed circuit

my eyes dust
my heart

this family
of star stuff

The Dragon
creature of fire and smoke
burning all
where ever it goes

The Butterfly
creature of flowers and sun
pollinating all
where ever it goes

it was the butterfly
who taught the dragon
how to fly

it was the dragon
who taught the butterfly
how to survive

There is a part of us
that isn't quite alive
until hollow-starved lunacy is sated

while showing the bright side
her hidden darkness emerged
when I tricked her into hurting herself

You, bird,
I want wings too.

I want to sing in the treetops.

How is it you got wings
And I got philosophy?

(Are you even listening??)

Bird, you there,
(Soaring way up by the clouds so you look like you’re floating downstream on a rubber tire without a care)
How’d you get those wings?

...Some believe we get ours when we’re dead.
Yes, that’s what I said.

I suppose you think
You’re simply smarter,

And figured out
The earth is round
Long before we did.