Poetry

Tough talking politics knowing from the start what a shitstorm I’m getting into with you. Opinions are like assholes: everybody’s got one, and most of them stink.

As far as the east is from the west… (with apologies to Crockett Johnson and Ruth Krauss) As far as the east is from the west On one hand:                                                                                                                      And

THIS: is why the chicken crossed the road. Only, it wasn’t a chicken, maybe a quail, or a ruffed grouse, the state bird of all things strutting his stuff in

To the clutter amassed upon the desk (and elsewhere): The proper placement of your pile is where I deem fit for the time out of time/mind/room articles bearing some significance,

Is it but a lie you tell yourself, if it rears its ugly head, nuzzles beneath your muzzle this monkey on your back is less of a pet and more

Another late night run milk, for the bottle the boy will need in the morning. I detest shopping at the APlus at the top of the hill– some small way

Remembrances are butencumbrances, instancesof what life was like long ago.A hidden nostalgiaof how things panned out,a flashfiction, thefewest number of wordsstanding in for the leastamount of work.Haikumishandled by the muse.