ITS WATT

WATT

ELECTRISITY

JOULE

JAWS HAWS

SILVER MEGA TON SUN

scientist rids the world of the evil curse

of the zombie rogue waves,
infiltrating space
fazed eight directions
radiating loss and deafening
us the most , tinnitus

aquaduc

a qua?
a duck?

c'est canard

water levels

water levels,
getting pretty high

going up,
to the sky

water levels,
up they rise

filling up,
the river wide

Having Sun with Rain

again and a gin
filling a glass
bedside plastered with the sun's splash

half past, we stand to take the trappist
vow, a silent century and a violent entry
the wind makes taking a curtain to tasks
for blacking out the paths

Moffet Field

Stuff scattered accross the dust

Lost to the Rust

a government's fuss, surplus just enough to bluff

Sid the Kid

Sid the Kid

on his belly

Slid


Penguin, feathers

Pittsburgh, withers

you gotta be kidding

no friggin beginning,
as a mud pudding
putting frog wigs and sooting
window pane slips lost footing
a hood a wink a mountain of christiandom

in some of our cases
or in some of their places
 instable, with horses and pigs and the barnyard crawl
doing the australian outback of tooth gap small.
smile! your on candid camera, hammer claw stall
with a great white whale
for shaw its been a wile
 then again its in style

tight lines

tight lines
wont carry me way

slight binds
slacken and sway

keep the nose off the stern the stem to the hem
and the fender will slip a little now and then

high water

wind keeps whipping
water keeps wallowing the weeds
and grass, cat tails stuffed back in the bay
grey green channel with white caps keeps happening

frantic as the osprey and silent as the opera