Mostly, you cannot understand agony
until there is a new rabbit, stiff breath
slowing, lying across your lap on the
wet shoes towel. You look at the dog’s nose
against your knee,the rabbit, the empty
back yard spots, and then you sob because
you are an expert at making grilled cheese
sandwiches, but you cannot anchor
this brilliant, thumping life

When your thoughts are naked, do you feel
exposed? A rugged mule, mud stuck and angry,
do you bite the strap of your wisdom’s mercy or
cling to the breasts of your folly’s supper?

Fairness is love.
We all go walking…
On roads, through the woods,
to empty houses and open hallways,
in our minds. You do not want to
wipe spit from your eyes any more than I
wish to see you embarrass yourself by
choking on the crumbs of your arrogance. 
Please. Everything sags on everyone, eventually…
and cats always eat sardines, canned or fresh.
You will not give me a $20 without a favor in return. 
Why should I share my air with an
unnecessary pollutant? Seriously. 

A poem is…
A poem is a proclamation…
A poem is a proclamation meant for…
unusual celebrations on a cloudy day.