She sits by the window sill
waul by the wall
singing him back home
because she has no thumbs
to open a can of tuna.
Evolution has been remiss
to her kind in this regard
but flea is well aware
this lack is compensated
by fluffiness, dainty white paws,
and eyes that glistens
ever so moistly
(looking at morsels mostly)

I emerge
fish scarred,
drenched in silence.
A new genus.
Evolved.
Breathing the still
palpable air.
Careful not to drown,
from the scent of noises.
I live now in a land of doors.
I can choose to live behind any of them,
thousands and thousands of them
different versions
same outcomes.

Love is an otherworldly beast,
a most welcome burglar.
It softly feeds upon your heart,
then sweetly asks for your jugular.

goodbye 60 heartbeats
3:04 says you’re gone
and never again
along with gunshots..
..trailing hopscotch..vroom
of a busy going somewhere..
last breath..first breath..
..wonder of a falling sky..
..a tear..some misbegotten fear..
..something thought forever..
..a trailing whistle..adios 3:03 PM
..you took with you
something sweet
my heart can’t relinquish
to a new minute
but had to
I am not too keen
at the new 60 seconds
you left me
that I can’t be quiet in

Life is a manor haunted by doors
All of its rooms bore my tread
Life is a manor haunted by doors
but there is this door, she said


Dolores paced al-through the nights
with dread in front of the door
Dolores paced al-through the nights
this ill-fated dark Dolor


No lullabyes can lull her to sleep
some mornings bereft of light
No lullabyes can lull her to sleep
for there is a door, she said


*My darling, darling, darling girl
daughter it’s all in your head
My darling, darling, lov-ed girl
your mother weeps in her bed


Oh mother mine allay your tears
to-morrow shall find me fled
This manor with rooms a-plenty to yield
but there is this door, she said.

summer was a good book
a break from daily chores
bare toes curled on grass
willing the earth to purr..

my mind cannot don the dawn

you wrote, your comma gives me coma.