Bowing patiently
with their arms at their sides, shirts
on a clothesline wait.

Through a singular
expression flow many tides
of common feeling.

rain rain rainy rain
rainy rainy rainy rain
rain rain rain rain rain

Reinvent the wheel,
but know that you must also
reinvent the road.

After a long nap,
the cat yawns, stirs, and searches
for a place to nap.

The price of a thing
confronts us with a value—
ours if not its own.

Someone ought to tell
American schoolteachers
English haiku suck.

We watch over you
because we care—mostly that
you look suspicious.

Poor Darwin—so much
about sex lost on a world
obsessed with violence.

A grove of pages—
Dark insects crawl with intent
among turning leaves.

Too soon to get up
Too late to go back to sleep
Guess I'll just lie here

distant wanderer
turn back and back as from war
red dust from red stone

The dead baby bird
saddens me, yet I hope that
something will eat it.

Mythic crackerjacks
contain your lost toys and all
that you lost with them.

Blossom on blossom
towers delicate purple
and sweet strong perfume.

First, five syllables;
Second, seven syllables;
Last, five syllables.

About the mountain
of answerless questions, we
tend to our small plots.

If Average Man
gets a comic, Mean Man will
be its Bizarro.

Release your anger
and its heavy burden, observe
how that looks onscreen.

Children, behave, and
wash up before bedtime, don't
make me call the planes.

Hearing the unmanned
plane circle above, my heart
suddenly goes out.

Human hearts are large
and four-chambered. Much passes
through, and they beat on.

The world is against
us, but if it weren't, we'd
never stop falling.

An ism isn't
an argument and provides
nothing of content.

Vulgar aesthetics:
Is it good? You don't fucking
ask if you're laughing.

Feeling together
warm sunlight and window cold
by my open hand.

Sharp pencils pursue
a life in quotation marks
traced within the lines.

The thinking reed has
many instruments and a
figure for figures.

A window in which
one's face is reflected—an
image of the mind

Music and laughter
are our household gods, pray now
let them ring through you.

Candy apple red
dapples laughing blossoms—clowns
bobbing for noses.