There once was a boy from Dakota
Who wouldn’t say pop or say soda,
Instead, this poor bloke,
When he would drink a coke,
Would not name it. And then leave a floata!
Every Barrel Has A Bottom
tinged and tattered
across the lake the fall begins
but it is only spring
this seems to be a tesseract
or time warp sort of thing
and though we love a paradox,
we’re puzzled now enough
by all of this spring tension
which we all know has been tough
and so to summarize this way
the world is tinged and tattered
and why the fall is lost, no one
can even say
has mattered
To share is human:
The Lonely Stars
She asked her friends, the lonely stars,
If they would come and dance with her;
And so, they traveled, each in groups,
Arrayed in all their haute couture
A country dance, a minuet,
All stateliness and diadem —
The lonely stars came out that night,
And they joined her as she
Joined them
To share is human:
(number 13 won’t surprise you)
what is this world of clickbait?
i do not understand.
that so much misdirection
is engineered, and planned,
is kind of an anathema.
the whole thing is depressing:
that underestimating us
is lucrative (i’m guessing)
To share is human:
{ . .. the pattern .. . }
to gaze at walls for hours
and try to find the pattern,
the bode’s law of the everyday,
the jupiter to saturn
the pebble dash in stucco,
that’s meaningless, at core —
to see in it some other sign,
this is what i’m
here for
To share is human:
i am a shadow on the earth
i am a shadow on the earth,
i am wraith who has no home,
i am a bit of what i was,
i am a drifter doomed to roam
upon a dull and aching earth,
upon a street that has no name,
i am a shadow on the earth,
a pawn who can’t escape
the game
To share is human:
unnamed (4)
we ship off all our ugly things;
we bury them and far away —
this is humanity writ large,
we place our trash where others stay.
we do not want to gaze upon,
or smell, the things that we have done:
we ship off all our ugly things
to make our happy spaces full
of fun
