cats 2

socks spirals spin
a cat
mouth less grin
buddy high horse lament and scratch
frayed taggles and raggles
no capitals
observe ben marveling marble
observe hind and hynes

cats

sock dreams in phrase following
night catches no lights
whisper darkly and ben has been
                           on the top for time
stairs up with no moon
                           following or followed
wheels roll in breeze as trees tap tin or
                           rub metal as he said and sake
                and fled inflate 

sun things

i can't stand the time

the sun sets as i wait and listen

i navigate to the locations where you should be

and i wait to hear the things you tell me

that you haven't already told me

which i think you have

but will you tell me again? 

today

the first break
the first today
              adding spaces that aren't asked for
stumbling over sidewalk sprinkles and
taboo inuendo
watching the vagabonds slurp down tepid vapor
in their wait for incommunicado transit
piling it all in the hopes of tossing it out
10 minutes locked out 
i sip the slurp that gets me to the next step
and isn't that what we all want

dooor

the old walls are here
we cleaned them with as-seen-on-tv
cleaner

                a spit shine would suffice

 when the couch is cleared i'll spray and scrub the foam
kick up dust and show it who's boss 

emptying

how far down does the glass go
how high up does the draw bridge go?
can we still jump over
 

overdrive until we can't drive anymore
peaches will be peaches when the tunes are finished, and the tunes begin again

it's all water

tap water ripples waves upon the broader sea

tears come down as i watch the fairy boats

crossing through the starlit canvas of night

smoke and mirrors play
fay folk songs of long ago

forgotten by our modern age 

planck length

i will wander
i will wonder
we will sit upon this fence, this precipice
we will observe the objects which cannot be seen
without the aid of manufactured vision
trails with no end
space which does not exist
Feynman isn't here to explain, and we don't need it anyway

a poem for Glynnis

            🖕🏻

game

pushing codes through plastic boxes
playground structures just up ahead,
 just out of reach in the mist
i can create my own mist
        not myst
        myst sucks
one boot apparently cures all ills

the youth

teenagers are walking to the bus stop in the rain to go to high school those sad little shits

fuzzy

amber light drifts as the birds sing

tears well up as the wind sings, no rain

the porch holds steady

sciurus holds its toungue and scampers frantically

title

maybe it's cold out

maybe a pizza

maybe a towel

maybe a maybe

maybe maybe maybe 

the north

         it is dark

and there are no stars(48°45N}

the light is on in that window over there

we can talk about other things

when you have the time

Paddy told me, and when Paddy tells you

          you listen

noodles boiling

 I'm going to drape myself over you

           like so much lasagna