Late for Supper
The morning arrived
as it always does
a soft rain falling out back
giving the apples
a special gloss
once the shower
segued to sunshine.
By early afternoon
children would arrive
to climb and pick the fruit
and patiently wait
as the owner of the tree
would transform them
into a cobbler.
With bellies full
the little ones ran off
the scent of the kitchen
following them
reminding the baker
her own precious ones
were late for supper.
may two thousand twelve
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Bohemian Fantasy
I found her by accident
on Craigslist
while searching
for nothing in particular
her services strangely inviting
for anyone wishing
to know themselves better.
She called herself Divine
a woman of sight
gifted at birth
to interpret visions and dreams
and planetary transits
offering clarity and belief
for someone just like me.
Destined to adore her
every word
I found myself
trusting the impossible
as she lay her hands on mine
leading me further inside
her mystical crystal ball.
may two thousand twelve
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daydreaming
i’m itching to get you out
on the county roads
with the top down
speeding and laughing
across two counties
weaving our way
toward the trout stream
marked on the map
alive in our dreams
may two thousand twelve
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Murder in Falaise, 1386
The sow was insane
doing what she did
to the little girl
while six piglets
stood by her side.
Given a public defender
the pig was dressed
in man’s clothes
and escorted
to the courthouse.
Witness after witness
described the horror
in which the animal
tore into the child
for no good reason.
In her defense
the accused cried
on the witness stand
as her six piglets
suckled away.
Quick justice found
the defendant guilty
sentenced to hang
in the city square
on the taxpayer’s dime.
may two thousand twelve
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Based on a true story. For more
information google “1386 pig hanging”
Horseless Chariot
Bring me back pictures
from Paris
or better yet email them
as you take them
with your lovely friends
who really aren’t your friends
but hired sycophants
who follow you
all over the world.
Bring me flowers
from foreign lands
prove to me that you still love me
and want me around
even though
you left me here
daydreaming
in my horseless chariot
wondering where you are.
may two thousand twelve
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nuclear winter
clouds darkened
the evening sky
as crickets
blanketed the field
the migration
has already begun
nuclear winter
is near
may two thousand twelve
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systemic in nature
four blue spruces
form a boundary
along the south side
at the base of the hill
a splendid reminder
of all that is good
by the start of summer
their needles turn brown
prematuring dying
and likely affected
by the great imitator
lurking in the wood
may two thousand twelve
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