September 8, 2019

Open door the wood 

line between leaving and here

blue fly visitor

February 27 2019

10 $ lighter

A homeless woman around

20 shopping mall

12.11.2018

Needing to pee on 

a bus At night In winter

cryptocurrency

2018 June 28

wasp on a brass chime
in the height of summer when
all leaves turn inward

2018, June 14

side of the road
a pair of shoes
no wear on the treads

5.16.17

the meaningless death
of time squandered when terror
falls like a curtain


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waiting for rice to
cook    not hungry just looking
for something to do



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English foundation
Concrete hardened over years
words that mean action

3.14.17

empty pockets-clean
feeling. No keys or money
to open wrong door

4.26.17

rain and what follows
trilling birds into rising
light of a new day

4.15.17

life a clock--who'd
rewind it? Who would read it
in the late hour

3.8.17

as much to keep track
of  days where kindness is a
commodity




Track the days--kindness
is branded and manifests
In a good croissant

1.26.17

the mix of color
a poem in itself
written from the stream

XIII

doubt hovering
over like a vulture
over something dead

XII

clack of the skateboard
under heavy clouds met by
a shower of rain

XI

reading while hungry
the story fills a yearning
depth that food cannot

X

injured this morning
raw vegetables suddenly
urge to leap roof-tops

VIIII

The shell of a moon
looks like calligraphy
bled into paper

VIII

lunch in San Rafael
talking with martial artists
at the seminar

VII

pinpricks of sweat on
the palm... each time nails are cut
they grow thicker

VI

thud of a chopper
flying overhead felt in
the beating heart

V

may I walk always
with the sun in my eyes cast
downward feeling warmth