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

sloopy cat

Slooper
Sloooooooo
Slooons

high noon brings food
for you to the tune
of a runny eye cat
REC for short

ad hoc

ad keys

jesus knew he'd skate
and slap shot like the great
one

fiscal piff

if you are in trouble
let it fall

post appocalypse

too patches of gas
spread a mirage on the black
yellow, red, green,
a blue sky in between
each feather's filter
a duck and a duck duck duck dither
where now the ice is stocked
and ten dollars, frozen in spot
they flock and they bop
and I sit and I watch
my feet drawn to the top
where water and time are not