Birds & Bugs
a tsunami wind
pins a robin to the ground;
look for worms later!
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look out, centipede
hiding from the cold outside-
it's dangerous here
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a gentle breeze blows
across the gray painted wall;
don't give up, spider!
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look out, little bee!
a wind-swept leaf will strike you;
go land somewhere else.
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hello and hello-
crickets sing amidst dead leaves
with no audience.
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out in the orchard
a red apple in the grass
is crawling with worms
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grackles hunt for food-
ghosts from the past still linger,
'til we realize this.
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a dead grasshopper
standing up, as though alive,
bakes on the sidewalk.
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cold rain in the night-
two worms cross each other's path,
neither says a word.
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Urban Problems
lost in an air duct-
how do i get out of here?
i hear birds nearby.
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bass, guitar, and drums
drowning out the sound of rain-
i am missing out.
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frustrating printer-
gorging itself on paper,
gets tossed in the rain.
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artificial realm-
burning beaker sights and sounds,
and the fish are fake.
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machines in the trees-
heat rises from the asphalt,
nature leaves this town
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boats upon the ice
the hammer and sickle wave;
i won't buy this game
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this paper shredder
belongs in an icy lake;
it is not my friend
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i went to see Tool
amidst orange leaves two years back...
and i hated it
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being at work sucks
on a spring day such as this;
i should be writing
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pivot carelessly-
bump some papers and they fall
like leaves from a tree.
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People
i went to the store;
why is everyone staring?
Ah, my Mew t-shirt.
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they shine in the fog-
i wonder what those guys think,
smiling all the time.
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"Here's your PIN number"-
Irritation melts the snow
"Number" is the "N!!!"
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Shirtless men outside
Someone says she loves their bod;
Why not add the "y?!?"
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it is just a word-
but people squawk about it
like returning geese
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dumb woman sits there
filling out all the bank forms;
spring turns to summer
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lost velvet woman
sitting in a church all day
has no where to go
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he became enraged-
in this orb of illusion,
when would spring return?
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he's disillusioned-
all the once beautiful snow
had become tainted
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he became confused-
had he somehow become cursed
when summer had come?
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he's discontented-
falling amidst the dead leaves
he searches himself
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in both time and space
where will he find his answer?
he wishes he knew...
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business suits and ties
bickering in the dead leaves-
kings of the mature.
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rubbernecking dolts-
butterflies glide on the wind,
people watch car wrecks.
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Conflict
i should drink water-
but crave vanilla pepsi
this still March morning
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a piece of apple
was actually some soap-
lit in March sunlight
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it is not chlorine
which burns at the sinuses...
but water itself
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incorrect, mango-
pineapple is the real king,
ripe and fresh and good
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neath the harvest moon
draw your knives if you want to;
i will crack your skull
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fighting in the dark;
only the harvest moon knows
what happened that night
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In the Heat
summer's end passed by-
smudged by a fevery haze,
blurring into fall.
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ink and some rubber,
together on a hot day-
easily amused.
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the sun hits zenith
heat waves flow like angry ghosts;
spring was born summer
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in this fetid heat
something in my sink smells bad-
wash dishes, damnit!
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invisible breath
drifting through the heated air
turning into steam
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Getting Hurt
a sore, swollen cheek
like teeth that have been removed
feels nearly the same
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pluck, pluck, pluck again...
eek! i hit an artery!
red buds like the rose
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i lay amidst glass-
a beautiful day to bleed...
the sky is so blue
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Squishiness
from within my head,
walking into the sunrise...
birds sing a new song
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it is no mere dream
as i have yet to wake up-
drifting like a cloud
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filled with squishyness
glowing like the harvest moon;
gushing all the time
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falling with the stars-
feeling like a late night wish
suddenly made real
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crystaline kami
standing in the summer winds...
filling me with awe
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Thoughts of Winter
come inside and play,
rather than living in snow-
you're aquatik now.
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mud blown through the nose
catches in the hairy drain;
cozy winters, soon.
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mountain ascetic
standing at an ice cold stream
frozen in winter
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Lazy & Eating
now it feels like fall-
and there is plenty of time
to go back to sleep
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so much stuff to do...
mosquitoes in the night air-
i think i will sleep
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out like a lion-
i want to eat some tacos
on this gloomy day
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the bees were buzzing
and i bought a pineapple;
it was a nice day
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Inspired & Peaceful
search for a new path-
somewhere beyond the tall grass,
the moon is shining.
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black words and scribbles
in the temple of the fox-
returning this fall.
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it.s a travesty;
sitting here, uninspired
beneath summer rains
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the night is so still;
then, i realize school is out-
four whole months of peace!
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an amazing team-
to win the iditarod
once, twice, and three times
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let's have peyote;
we'll go on a spirit quest
amidst the red rocks