I was aiming for
something very subtle and
I have missed the mark.

Such quiet such nights
in the cold of cold winter
the world is itself.

For Paul Halmos

It's not hard to write
without thinking about the
alphabet, just wrong.

"He drew upon the
blackboard, for all to see, the
streptococcus chain."

How precarious
these many tiny footsteps
in the cold cold cold.

My neighbor wonders
why his dog always climbs the
high snow banks to shit.

Something is amiss:
my students keep telling me
I am grading wrong.

Analogies are
like not focusing on the
actual topic.

"...but I'm thinking of 
the sea, thinking of the sea,
thinking of the sea."

Invariants make
iterative processes
out of recursions.

What is the deal with
rhetorical questions? Why
not just state your point?

Toasting Don Ho

Tiny bubbles in
the wine make me feel happy.
They make me feel fine.

You know what would be
funny? A turtle with a
big bushy mustache.

Just imagine: a
shivering yipping stampede
of wild chihuahuas.

Despite biting cold
the poodle embarks on a
midwinter tinkle.

Without time and space
nothing would come to an end
or be out of place.

And you can't make an
omelette by just breaking
a few eggs either.

Silly rabbit, in
this cold, you should wear a hat
that covers your ears.

Over my face, I
grow a beard. Over my beard,
I grow icicles.

Point arbitrary
endstart turn forward again
fail to fail better.