hot tears the past seeps into the present

early september the yellow rustle of old paper and faded cornstalks

over it over you over your head over the rainbow somewhere

tornado sirens every motion and emotion in the roiling sky

marooned by flash floods it's just me and the rain

daybreak the cedar siding battered by a woodpecker

Echoes Of Things I Never Said

crumbling paint with only a fraction of summer left

anonymous claims I don't know him

money gone "see how they run..."*

*line from Beatles, "Lady Madonna"

afternoon coolness meandering through a daydream

head made of blocks and other concrete forms of denial

wall talk I hear the echoes of things I never said

house wren changing sides as if this were her argument

tree face the bark has an edge to it

trash day my final warning from publisher's clearing house

T-shirt philosophy:

If you didn't earn it, you don't deserve it.
Work for want you want instead of wishing for it.

Area 51

wild turkeys debugging the grass

august crickets the incessant call of time after time

clockless nights the clouds surround me like family

greenland real estate I'm not buying his stories

delusional president will area 51 please take him back

stock market everything's for sale

windmill cancer let's fact check the air currents

raging storm there's nothing to do but wait it out

this chair


clearing skies under the trees the rain still falling

fields of goldenrod overtaking the dandelions

entitlement claws this chair belongs to the cat

sunrise showing its true colors

golden years just drop the g and you'll get there

flash flood watch I'm tired of repeats

trumpty dumpty maybe gone in twenty-twenty

relation ship it's too late to fix the titanic