The opossum was tired
and angry. He had reason.
Daylight was not his friend.
I don't know about
you, girl, but wearing glass slippers
would really suck.
Goodnight, train whistle.
Goodnight, sleepy daughter.
Goodnight, birds. Goodnight, moon.
You're my sun and I
the planet that our little
moons orbit around.
As I fold the paper,
lick the envelope and
cap the pen I smile.
That penthouse view looks
great from down here. I wonder
if it's as great up there.
The spring rain is so
small and light. Different from the
heavy, grey fall rain.
There's no irony here.
I really do feel like
a rat in a cage.
Last night there were
only a few blossoms. Today
they're in abundance.
I'm barefoot, pregnant
and in the kitchen and it's
fuckin' hot in here.
"What are words for
when no one listens?
There's no use talking at all."
There's no ghosts in this
house. If there were I'd punch
the fuckers in the neck.
I never thought I'd
fall in love with the girl with
olive-colored eyes.
Climbing up from the
hole I dug is tiresome. I
shouldn't've dug so deep.
I'm searching for a
quiet place to get away.
Some place permanent.
Why does that cat
always run from Pepe? The pleasure's
all mine Monsieur Le Pew.
My soul could've been
from any dimension and
it'd still've found yours.
The cityscape reeked
of mold. From the homes
to the trees to the people.
Today I draw strength
from my spirit animals
Werewolf and Unicorn.
There's not much to say
when you're happy. There's a whole
lot to feel instead.
Confuscious say,
Never write mad haiku for each
day the birds still sing.
The wind will have its
way and I will let the wind
take me anywhere.
The birds were chirping.
I listened close and they said,
"Tweedlee, tweedlee dee."
My heart was on the
ground, but I still had two hands
to pick it up with.
The sky turned pink at
sunset. Blushing, like I'd
caught it undressing.
"There goes my baby.
She knows how to rock and roll.
She drives me crazy!"
At moments I feel
this life is not my own and
I'm lucky to exist.
On the back cover
there was a name, an address
and a phone number.
Sorry spider
My kid insisted we go this way
Wrecking your home
Kinda like how you
run through the grass dragons like
to fly through the sky.
It said, Super Eight
Hilltop New Orleans Oxford
Suites, inside the cover.
The old man walked
all over town. The scenery
was subsequent.
The skinned steer hung
from the tree and waited. It would
be getting dark soon.
Swimming up river
ain't easy, but what the hell?
The salmon do it.
Tension working magic
between our bodies. Sounds
no one else can hear.
The low hum of
people talking could've been
mistaken for music.
The younger wanted
to slow the river. The elder
knew it could not be.
The wind shook the blinds
and I could hear them clink and
bang all through the night.
I'm gonna live to
a ripe old age and then I'm gonna
live a little more.
I wonder about
my place in the world and then
I see the tree sway.
Son, yesterday's gone
down the river and you can't
never get her back.
