middle america

corn cut makes for lost stalks
old thoughts become ones bought
two into sum four into done
the heaven is apple plethora
presses deliver sparks out the register
forces inclement whether the weather
all gone or here for ever
there is the time its now or never

planetary gears

the lake grows west
as the vast waste
sags east
pushed by thoughts of pikes peak
the land is tired of pleats
mountains must grow today
but around tomorrow as herodotus said
down the drain the seaway paves
boatloads of earth float away
such is such and such

first snows

the snow stops
as goose tracks
walk back to the pond
where the water is warm
the ground is swamp
and the sounds of cars
 are drowned by damp

listen to the slush
it refuses to puddle
merely an illusion of plush
more squush
less squish
under shoe
insulated spoofs
of socks sog

nonsense12

there was an owl in a hole
who amused the neighborhood vole
up there he would curse, over copious verse
and struggle to write barcarole

nonsense11

A viscious old goose from south bay
grew tired of swimming all day
so he flew to the park and pooped up the yards
and the people sayd please go away

nonsense10

there was an old man from Magog
who was indebt to the neighborhood frog
he pawned off his house and the teeth from his mouth
but died hungry and cold in frog's bog

everyday

dawn is over rated
the sun rises
just as tomatos ripen
no surprises
simple skies
black to red to blue low to high

down and back

hidden ducks I know not
hard seats squealing on breaks
golden bills turn on dives
deep cycles sub hertz climbs
knees connect thighs
wind in the willows heights
the lake green with light

11 21

black lentil
black pot
wood spoon
stir food
paprika moon
parenthetical racoon

wet leafs stack effortlessly
on  and the cold ground glows
beneath halogen lamps
spilling stinking light
onto the hungry life

x' x'' x'''

a new surface
as conducive to two circuits
a path to the ground leads
signals across
talk of the sparks
significant of where are
the moving parts