i’ve been living this way for more than 10,000 years i think

and i don’t even know
how i am doing it
prancing to the playground
calling dibs on the swings
hanging fancy words
on the jungle gym bars
flipping my hair forever free
from real-life verbs
like rush and race

i go hunting-up some honey
which is always given
after i learned how to poise
my asking to approximate
kindness i simply need
to borrow from the bees

and pay no attention to
Jon Lucas, the pissy pirate
to all the pretty posey girls
(he only likes saying
I can see your underwear)

in the whole scheme of things
what you think is the next to
the last thing, never really is
Jon, if you keep on twirling
10,000 more days, months, or
years, — honest to god this is
the easiest way,

29: NaPoWriMo and Real Toads



when i move in
i want the room
with the window
with an upward slant

with brassiere hooks,
or erector set slats
that’ll take me
a while to finagle

i want a new open
that’ll stay open
when i push the pane
into flying squirrels &trees

when i move in
i want no sidewalks,
stairs, mailboxes,
no directional hemispheres

will you honor me
with a slant
window? if so, i’ll jump
swiftly into the bay

which always lingers
like a lost lilly
under the moon, –
oddly tilt towards me


for dVerse poets

What Mama Wants to Hear


Redneck folk reckon poems gotta rhyme
clothes-pinned at the end of a line–
so for my dear mama
I’ll suffer such trauma
and sing her this musical chime.

Prompted by Blogging U


Ugh, I think I just died a little death over the limerick form and all those rhymes, but for you, mom, who truly thinks a poem is not a poem without the rhyme… well, this one’s for you. ❤  And P.S. I didn’t mean to call you a redneck, just sturdy stock.

Whistle Blows

whistle blows
for the north wind train
{then a whiff}

We start the Journey on Carpe Diem today, taking the same Trans Siberian Railroad the main character does in Paulo Coelho’s novel Aleph.

Take a ride via YouTube:  Paulo Coelho – Beautiful Animation for Aleph