In The Mood For Oolong

A fly's tap
at the window
reminds us
there is always
more work
to do.

Big Knocks On The Silent Floor

I am not holding out.
All the snaps are coming off
the woman's blouse
and pelleting traffic.
I am in the background.
A child's breath
is a newspaper of distraction
and a microphone
for envy.
Stuff the body with more steam.
Stamps
as the new literary outlet.
It's September
and I am getting my feet wet.
What we want is
mental connection.
We call yesterday True.
Today I am in the centerfold
that cannot be reached,
floundering in the white
seams.

SpoonFork and Needle

Tomorrow I will remember two things
and make the other one up:

Cat asleep
on a stack of textbooks
gives us room to
look at art,
play a classical cd,
wiggle our toes.

Two Flowers Away From The Cemetery

The sound of a woman's cane
beneath a closet full of white rose bushes,
a three-legged mouse
trying to charm a beetle,
an apple on the curb
with one large bite missing,
trash,

reminds me
we never met for lunch
before I left.
That postcard of the bear
holding a Goodbye sign
in his teeth.