It was a mighty mouse
who lived in my house
and left his caraway seed
droppings in the cupboard.   

I called him Daniel.

He dined on broken Wheat Thins
and stray Cheerios.
He fashioned nests of hair,
dental floss,
random strands of yarn.

I found him to be
a compatible roommate.

Things were good
between us
until his girlfriend moved in.

I tried to be patient,
but in the end I arranged
for an exterminator.

She was such a diva.

Next room over, screen saved, through starlight sought.
Love line broadcast, and, after Loveline, Art
Bell, clear-channel, live from the High Desert
SETI pings: We are ready to depart.

Sign the petition to maintain amplitude modulation transmissions for the public good.

Sunrise birthing a new day
Gather here every morning holding hands
I stand with my parents and all ancestors
          past, present, and future
We bow in gratitude of this brand-new gift
          honoring our dear ones and all beings
          in peace, peace, peace

6425 Poem

Left sleeping on a pillow while a box of memory spins in jewel casings sold for pennies at four way stop signs aka reconnaissance of hell.

Hand printed Baroque born prints fill a page occupying a wall called home rather a house in actuality a place that has transcended into a home at last. 

A sarcophagus of anguish washes through at a spam call ordering the death of god from fake annoymity on the end of an idiot cube.

Ready for sleep by midafternoon

this beer
cant’t help but
to cry,
as it sits on the bar counter.
it’s open weeping
so intense,
it makes me wipe
my hand on my pants
as I sip.
so cold.
so delicious.
ain’t it funny
how despite its
own melancholic episodes,
it still pushes along,
and helps me through my despair.
god always blesses a good Samaritan.
pour oil on my wounds,
but save the wine for later, 
for when i’ve had a few more drinks.

A bruised peach. “Perfectly imperfect,” says a dark haired woman as she presses it into my outstretched palm from across the fold out table, an Eden of multicolored corn in suits of silk and fading green, plump and misshapen red tomatoes, and extravagant heads of lettuce. We share it on a bench under a tree. I bite first, showing you with my fingers the bright orange fruit, glistening with juicy sweetness. You bury your whole face into its flesh, grasping its shedding layers with your gums. Upon resurfacing, you squint your eyes, nose crinkling in delight, chin jutting out and smile revealing your sinking city of milk teeth, a chunk of peach stuck between them. When we return home, you shovel handfuls of microwavable rice into your mouth. I yell when you smear yogurt with your bare hands across the fake hardwood. At night, I lay in bed and promise myself all the ways I will be better. What does a stranger see? Do they see the moments of panic when I think about the future, the years looming ahead like a giant, or an infinite staircase of responsibility? Do they recognize the impulse to swat my son’s thigh when his toenails dig into my skin just so? Can they tell how many promises I’ve thrown out the window? I’m tossing them every day, discarding them like peels of a lemon. Do they know isolation so comforting? Every person feels like a rock in my shoe. Some are only a pebble, but still change the way I move. 

A bruised peach.
The flesh dissolving like rot
on your tongue. 

“how can you be seventy and not know that!”

rest of the day wonder
what i’m halfway
to not knowing

“Ouch” says me I lost my Grandma’s mole today
I lost my grandma’s mole today
a well loved mole-that in an earlier year marked a higher plane but as Shakespeare says
“though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle’s compass come;” my grandma’s mole drifted low and began to cause some pain
“Off with it and the one on your shin” the doc she say
Oh No- not the shin, I said with a tear; me mum thought that a speck of dirt-long ago and tried to “scrub” that one “away”!

As a child
my father 
made me 
write 

1000 times

I will obey
I will obey
I will obey

It didn’t work

A poem a day, you say?
Can that be so hard? I say.
Oh no, I’ll find a way.
Not as hard as a play.
Just get started! Okay?