Stop Churning the Dust

I refuse to pray
the way
they do
in church.
I say Goddammit! Stop this sweating sun
and moonlit mold
poison ivy sting
itching tick-bite
tiny virus burrowing in my nasal cells when I have no Kleenex,
and wind churning up dust
in my eyes!
That is my Sunday to Sunday prayer.

Rainstorm in The Produce Section

Saving money
Spraying pressure
From the hose
To sprinkle broccoli
Never replaced
Constantly handled
Mistreated by kids
And untrained employees
A crack in the plastic
A jerk from below
And overnight
A constant flow.

Land Foils the Sea

To skate on air
one must believe
that going up
is just as
left or right.

The gravity of the belief
is just as
going up
just keeps us gliding
until we stop flapping.
Then it's up or
down.

Leaf With no Name

I am the leaf
that don't have no name
that you look on with distain
like a butcher or thief.

I dropped from my tree
without permission from the rest
to breathe my last breath
independent and free.

Portable People

Going everywhere
God sends People
To seek out new
Things. We've got
to go. Now Samuel
from The Bible
has come back
to tell us all
what we
are do-
ing
is
wrong.

Hurry Not to Panic!

Now is not over
Hurry not to panic
Before it's too late
You look through the rear window
As, driving away, becomes smaller
And that was today.
The past before you
had a chance
to even
smell
it.

Sixteen Years after the Fifteen Year Milestone

Around my neck
That golden millstone
handles my balance
as life's highway
extends to a distant
horizon
resembling a
tightrope.