pines

the sharpest
in the woods
lives under rocks
and chatters about
trees and leaves
piling poo
piled needles
two feet deep

a march

open water save for ducks
breezey laps streak back
and forth
edges froth
willows jostle and close
the barrier between sky and river

m2

the mud is waiting
to be corralled by roots
growing strong
hemming the pond

m1

before blurry green
moss floor soft
caps float over
rock thoughts

concomitant

walls roof

angles intersect
jupiter angels
lilly pads
honey bees
butter nut
maple leaf
tree sap
sugar  please

flexor retinaculum

pain is an illustration
of the games we played
the gains we may had made
but lost along the way
the tissues strained laid out
and fissures splayed
pain is an illumination a grade

a pair of couplets

on that train headed west
sun breaks the horizon
seen the world two times now
but keep on traveling
the echoes of an era burn
so hills the moon keeps trim
of those and tides roll in
and the land starts sinking

some folks just dont know
what it is theyre missin
starting every day
without ever livin
you could say we got here by takin not givin
mouts speack out each day
without sayin nothin

the secret of life
aint worth findin
false prophets
in need of remindin

three tercets

oliver cromwell
olivia surveyeor
cornelius vunderbuilt
live in a
horse barn
together
and frog
lost every evening
a note arrived .

everything II
ever heard
scares
away
another

oh look
I'm known
to a cat
in fact

suffrage us

hearts in the
rocks of earth
near a connection
in the hot center and us
on the cold surface

nice threads

lines separate
in my dissapointing
coat turning victim
to dissolute
times of the lie