it was nearing midnight
& this field mouse was winning at
playing hide-and-go-seek
I followed him into the kitchen
where I shrewdly threw
some shredded cheddar cheese
into a time capsule
by doing so I thought
I would win favor with the little chap
whom had told me [in so
many words]
how he enlisted himself to
commandeer my next moon flight
may two thousand twenty-one
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I live where most people
dare not go
believing it’s a dangerous place
with guns & drugs
and sex for sale
no matter the time of day
burrowed deep underground
I see flashes of light coming through
casement windows
turning on colorful prisms
one or two or sometimes
three times per day
from my viewpoint
I hear nothing but
peacefulness pounding on the concrete
surefire sunflowers
sprouting between the cracks
all kinds of wild animals
are critical to the neighborhood
cohabiting with humans
relentlessly protecting them
from the unnecessary evils
marching up & down the chalk line
february two thousand twenty-one
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all the birds took a break for a day
boycotting the streams & the baths
downtown sidewalks & window ledges
unmistakably absent from the airwaves
instead quietly tucked away for some
twenty-four hours
collectively testing the theory that these
so-called humans
have ceased paying attention
october two thousand twenty
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something must be wrong
there are too many tabs open
so I shut them down
each & every one
all day long I’ve felt a bit off
so I take the backroads home
flying by & honking at this billy goat
his front hooves pressing down
on barbed-wire fence
something tells me he’s lacking
just a little patience
and next time I see him
he’ll be flagging me down
bleating in animated desperation
where might his sad woman be
september two thousand twenty
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it was a billy joel kind of morning
the big hand crossing over six
she’s always a woman playing on the a-side
soon to flip over to anthony’s song
in the old days you’d make a racket
demanding I clock in as the doorman
before I was good & ready
even before the first song ever ended
over time your musical tastes changed
right along with mine
lately banging our heads against the door
reluctant to find what’s on the other side
august two thousand twenty
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we carved him out of an old cedar
all that remained that is
all eight feet tall of him
we kept his arms by his sides
& his chin slightly lifted
his abandoned eyes looking westward
forever waiting for the seven o’clock sun
as we worked together diligently
using chainsaws & assorted knives
the children scrambled feverishly
around his root-like feet
crafting creatures out of clay
after nightfall the squirrels & sparrows
rabbits & foxes & owls & porcupines
[just to name a few]
burned inside the oven of creation
the cedar stretching ever taller
toward a night sky that has no end
august two thousand twenty
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I’ve seen this before
it’s what some call a repeat
déjà vu if you will
like a herd of elephants
lumbering across the sky
I’ve seen this before
magically recasted to the TV
runners on second & third
the next three batters
striking out looking
I’ve seen this before
rain falling like stars
washing out the elephants
and delaying the game
probably until next year
august two thousand twenty
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seventy-seven bush elephants
masquerading as one cumulus cloud
slowly trek across the desert sky
bulging like a waxing gibbous
hired archer standing atop zeppelin
back bending backwards
held in place by ropes & pulleys
aiming to deflate the entire herd
may two thousand twenty
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pooh bear and roo sit on the front porch
rocking in their chairs six feet apart
a wicker table between them
enjoying iced tea & honey & small talk
people passing by gawk & smile & point
delighted to see they’re back in business
march two thousand twenty
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I dreamed I was a pantomime cat
who refused to show any mercy
spending his days daydreaming
and nights wandering the streets
acting out whatever it was
he daydreamed about
my eyes were emerald green
my coat a steely gray
and whenever the streetlamps
shined their light my way
I changed my stripes and
hightailed it the hell out of there
I tell myself one of these times
I won’t make it back alive
but in the meantime I’ll keep
challenging the status quo
working mathematics by day
and my daydreams by night
march two thousand twenty
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The groundhog checked into the bed
and breakfast on January 31st
The year was twenty twenty
and the owner thought he looked
familiar but couldn’t quite
put her finger on it
Perhaps you’ve seen me
on the big screen
the groundhog conjectured
tipping his cap as he ambled up the stairway
suitcase in tow and lilliputian tail waving
Oh one more thing
the lady of the house called out
how long will you be staying
with us Mister Murphy
you know you’re welcome here
as long as you please
she said smiling
her hands clasped together
That is so kind of you Madame
I suppose it all depends
upon this Pennsylvania weather
but to be sure
it could be as long as six weeks
january two thousand twenty
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mysteriously curious
I am unloved and underfed
walking along
so many fine lines
in and out of these city limits
acquaintances
may come and go
regardless if dead or alive
leaving me pondering
what the morning will bring
when the sun reaches out
touching me genuinely
I am reminded how
beautifully tragic we are
even though we have
more lives yet to live
november two thousand nineteen
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blackbird blackbird
visible in my peripheral
perched upon six foot fence post
barely saying a word
blackbird blackbird
surveying golden field
extant and flawlessly beautiful
dreaming up a new song
blackbird blackbird
as old as the living hills
posing ever so noiselessly
no particular place to go
september two thousand nineteen
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the explosion in the wildflower field
sent all the horses racing far beyond
the imaginary fence line
violently shaking the earth
these parts had not witnessed in
anyone’s lifetime
leaving the elderly trembling
and the little ones crying
making all the machinery within a
thousand mile radius inoperable
the only other mode of transportation
quickly dissolving into the dying sun
september two thousand nineteen
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we’ve done this before
making something out of thin air
whether simple words or complex webs
designed to bring us closer
the power of sleep brings forth
limitless possibilities
exposing past and future lives
such as the spider or the fly
at some point it stands to reason
why the trees have knowledge
and birds perpetuate folklore
why the snake in the green green grass
will one day be your best friend
september two thousand nineteen
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with the opening and closing
of so many doors
you see him and you don’t
like a houdini or apparition
like a mouse that got away
or one out of a thousand
helium balloons
sometimes he hangs out
for hours on end
whether you like it or not
time passing by with nary a word
you say it’s getting late
or hey I’ve got to get to work
but feel free to stick around
and by all means help yourself
mi casa es tu casa
by the time I get back
he’s nowhere to be found
no note and nothing taken
just a strange feeling
that sooner or later I’ll want him back
maybe after a beer or two
august two thousand nineteen
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