in the mail

volumes of poetry
arrived in the mail
taken aback
by ephemeral beauty
I marvel at the postage

bread & fish

Out of bread,
I toss words at the water --
Koi rising











パンがなくなった私は水に言葉を投げます-鯉上昇







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Chet & Fujiki

reading Fujiki
to Chet Baker tunes --
light snow in April




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Reconciliation

trying to reconcile my image of a semi-retired slouch
with my OCD has been no Spring picnic










more people seem fixated on a speckled fawn
than concerned with a flight of geese










poets anthropomorphize plants and rocks and things
while I struggle with inanimate objects










my MMPI reveals a predilection for occasional chairs that swivel










more than once I've been called upon to ask myself,
"What would a Monkey do?"









I never understood what they meant by "fat ladies in glasses"
until I'd been under surveillance by the Secret Service











they talk of War and all the while I've fought myself
and I'm one tough son-of-a-bitch