learning new songs
the neighbors to the south are making music the scratching of the guiro echos off of the low-lying clouds. how surprising!–these branches that yesterday were bare
the neighbors to the south are making music the scratching of the guiro echos off of the low-lying clouds. how surprising!–these branches that yesterday were bare
note to self: listen, motherfucker don’t expect your friends to under- stand your sense of humor, or to have one life is short! it’s spring!
to whom it may concern: there will not be a poem today, as someone stayed out late, listening to music and eating chocolate thoughtless of the future
more snails than in a while, and several of them crushed beneath my less than mindful steps one day i’ll be in the hospital, like so many friends new moon night. quiet neighbors
a haiku has seventeen syllables: 5-7-5. my poems have seventeen variable feet. arranged 5-4-5-3. why? you might wonder. i’ve wondered that myself.