Pick up tomorrow--
put it in a wrestling hold--
to start the new year.

Suffer the upgrade
from mouse to lion--
your market value increased.

Featherdust the sofa,
lift it with good intentions--
January comes....

sail the big shipwrecks
be at one with barnacles
they toughen your skin--
and keep you from drowning

"Away" (from Georgia)

Flash the tunnel lights--
whatever is happening
avoids the rush hour.

In the pews of life
solitude's like a rainbow
thru the stained glass.

thorny the roses--
such a potential of pain--
real or imagined

December 26th

A bare branched moon--
with some icy blue crystals--
thru the Christmas lights.

Like pointy rockets,
pickets in the fence
glare white against the still night.

So pink Teddy Bear,
imagine folly
as the fuzz on your bottom.

Don't talk to Orchids--
they are stuck on their beauty--
talk to Marigolds--
even the bugs like them--

Candle words flicker
as I walk my pilgrim way
to a better life.

Dream a crystal sun--
one that glows with love--
and make it Merry Christmas.

Winter's withered rose--
yet the birds still have two wings,
still flit crumb to crumb.

Freight train pass on by-
with all your rat-a-tat-tat,
screams of steel on steel.

LOVE--thoughts about it--
nag like waves on a seacoast
on a foggy day.

Sun-spangled ocean,
travel me so fast and far
that I always dawn.

Love is like a frog,
ugly until it jumps up
and lands in your pool.

Pick a cloud, any cloud,
and save its sunny moments
for those rainy days.

The long, long, shadows of day-
almost swallow me.
Do I dare the stairs?

Stars that shimmer white
can be made into dragons
by connecting dots.

Rage like rage,
fury like fury---
a sip of wine, a
glance at the orchids,
stains on the sheets:
please remember,
that's not all there is.

It's still a jewel,
that hope that I have no hope--
the whip is mine too.

Say walk,
say don't walk
say every kiss
has four corners.

Pith helmets, white shirts,
standard brown Teddies,
love coming in tablets
through a picket fence,
the inner circles of bragging,
the sky blue, the sea green--
and nothing, but nothing, in-between.

Barbwire the fountains,
let only cows drink--
who eats the fuzzy sparrows?

As the year's end nears,
dawn is an exhale,
Christmas a long held breath.

Yes, friendship by rain,
or when the snow is real deep--
today is that day.

Trees like dead sages,
for even on cloudy days,
the sun muddles in.

When rebellion rears,
remember the rattlesnake--
who is also scared.

Trees like dead sage--
for even on cloudy days,
the sun muddles in.

Win's the warm shower
with a warm towel after
on a cold morning.

Life in a dust-bin--
hidden are the dreams--
that the sweepers always find.

Crazy carnival,
in your mirrored maze,
I throw at the milk bottles.

Lacy, foam-brine words--
words that spill like waves--
will sometimes voice I love you's.

I built a red rose--
gave myself a scratch--
and hollered "reality!"

Mend yourself daylight--
winter solstice comes--
soon you will be in action

Enter December--
under broken skies,
sparrows flit the cloud shadows.

Self-absorbed Atlantis,
imagine all you boundries
as unbroken circles.