A POEM ABOUT NOTHING Here’s a poem about nothing. You should sit down and read it — It really is something! It’s a herd of words without a home, Nor any context upon which to roam. It exists because it’s been digitized, But has no point to be recognized. There’s a...
HOW AM I TO JUDGE? The more brute force required, The less a creed is desired.
BOOMBOX GOLDILOCKS Boombox Goldilocks Collected cuckoo clocks and penny stocks, Mismatched socks, igneous rocks, And magnetic building blocks. She listened to music when the sun shone bright, Then counted her stuff long into the night. Pancake Stacks Dax Collected...
THINK Think for yourself. Don’t buy ideas off the shelf.
THE WALK Every day, whatever the weather, I walk around the neighborhood. It’s gated and ideally isolated with circles of streets To explore and upon which to muse. The midafternoon sun splinters into shards of light Between the leaves of Washingtonia palms Standing...
