it's here

It's here that we
Rock back and forth on our heels.
We select epithets for each other
In blinding Light
We make decisions,
it's coarse, it's here.
We side step the just
Engorge on the obvious,
Deal in platitudes.
We enter and exit sweetly,
Subtly, ever so congenial.
On our time
this earth spins.

Mirror Haiku

Two mirror stores shine
images at each other.
The street does not know.

Radios

Radios
and Cars
Guns and Ammo
The staccato blanching
of Trophy envy.

There's no us or We
'till someone gets shot

America
Canned fish
and vegetarians.
"Run Forest Run"
The social gazpacho never tasted so good.

We scratch
we bleed
It's not nobel
There's no cause but our own.

Cash
Lingerie
and the Peter Principle.
Drive and Drive and watch
the ballet of bigger dogs barking

Imbalance
and terpitude
spin the Yin Yang
and watch until
one hand starts clapping.

Yellow
plays the blues
Flat tires
Souless shoes
Skip 2
God plays hopscotch in the streets.

One Pound

One pound of hamburger to feed a small family.
One pound of bird crap I had to wash off my car.
One pound of steel to make an engine part
One pound of gold to hedge against inflation.
One pound is about 1.625 US dollars.
One pounds on the door of an itenerate lover.
One pound of ceramics will make you a decent sized bowl.
One pound of electronics could rule the world, one day.
One pound of enthusiasm is worth three of momentum.
One pound of dollar bills would buy you a nice didgeridoo.
One pound of CO2 will keep your beer carbonated for a few pints off the top.
One pound of fire would be hard to measure.
One pound is one pound is one pound. God can not make it otherwise.
One pound of coffee can perk up an entire office.
One pound coffee can is hard to come by these days.
One pound of letters lets you write a lot of nonsense on a blog.

I'm Not A Marble

I'm not a marble. Though I may seem marbled and quick to deflect, I am, as yet, not a marble. I'm not a steely nor a Montana Ute, nor a Mississippi Red. Yes, I lack a certian firmness. I'm not particularly spherical either. I've neither been to Mississippi nor Montana, and I'm not real sure what a ute is. Rest me on your fore finger and flick me with your thumb. I think you'll find the results quite unsatisfactory. Savory, maybe, but lacking in satisfaction. I may not squish much more than a marble, and I may turn funny colors, but I roll only so well.

A marble is many things. It's shiny and very hard. It's a perfect sphere. When hit with another marble, it makes a neat clack, a nice clean "clack". When it rolls, it does so gracefully, smoothly, like a Newtonian ballet. You see, I don't do these things. Not for lack of want, though. If there were a class, I'd take it.

It's strange, this blogging thing. One might bear their soul or simply echo tech jargon for reveiws. I often feel inclined to espouse exactly what I think is wrong with this world, but the world needs another blog like that like it needs another hole in its o-zone. To bitch about the economy, religion, and environment, it's only so much vaseline slathered on a rock. Are there loftier goals to which I could dedicate my waffle-soled intellect?

Fresh Air

It's the visual harmonies
The flower, the lillies
as they speak in their
choral voices,
to one another
leaf to leaf
under creaping crisp air.
It's they that speak those
words of peace
to no homage
of crime on the
world.