January 2013

plumb line —
the poet aims each word
for the heart

less than
one hundred gourds . . .
space to dream

now and then . . .
chimney smoke curling
through branches

storm front . . .
feverish fingers
letting loose

rippling
in water's sound —
tadpoles

thick mist ...
within it a wanderer
chasing phantoms

wind duet —
a flute undermines
the bassoon

after the feast
the quality of odour
is unrestrained

ginko walk —
an urban poet
musing through sewers

the hack poet
trumpeting his songs
behind him

first love —
the elegance
of her farts

fart alerts
measuring out passages
of meaning

fart wars —
goose-stepping explosions
between their legs

lightning storm!
the time between fart
and fragrance

hitting
the motherlode —
a dung beetle

meteor storm . . .
a ruminant ponders
its fate

fart alerts
measuring out passages
of time

perfect love
the elegance
of her farts

ill winds . . .
stale farts rehearsing
day's decay

eulogy lengthening sighs through the cypress

flea flowering blooms in babysoft white

trickling stream —
the mosaic its flow
makes of me