small deed smaller
i honked my horn at a woman who’d dropped one glove.
she waved
her glove was saved
next i’m gonna stem the flow of
the Pentagon’s afghan heroin
***
How totalitarians Remain
Rhythm Method
memories of running through wheat fields
barefoot in the palouse
sweat-soaked t-shirt.
white’s boots.
“thrown-out” back.
cricket songs accompanied
the warm
comet hale-bopp filled nights
sweat-soaked t-shirt.
white’s boots.
“thrown-out” back.
the labor-filled daydreams
imagined
from the bottom of a ditch
sweat-soaked t-shirt.
white’s boots.
“thrown-out” back…
***
Plutonium is as Plutonium does
the unlit bulb of future generations
waits for its chance.
the unlit bulb of future generations
always surpassed,
by one thousand and three
cyrus-like moments.
***
small Town small World
sitting in a small town coffee shop
above Spoonman’s beach,
a Flying Karamazov Brother walked in
***
use It or lose It
Morasses run Deep
looking into our eyes
i see windows reflecting other windows reflecting
for fear of what’s reflecting in our eyes
***
The Vigilant Lens 