Rued Awakening

Peacock eyeshadow
     and suits of authority
"Hold our cab, would you."

I sat on the bricks
     covered my eyes, wept and wept
for all that I lost.

Like Coming Home

Three generation
     collapsed dogpile on the grass
laughing and smiling.

Macaroni and Cleese

Starred in a movie
    with John Cleese, a Slip-n-Slide,
macaroni and cheese

In the Valley of Old Acquaintances

I know you, Jean Hill,
    and the one who shines inside,
        one with dancing shoes.

You come down the walk,
    she calls from across the slope,
        they live under cliffs.

Have you traveled from
    other dreams in other beds?
        Did you see my lights?

Birthday Gift from a Thoughtful Friend

Silky white monkey
    smiling like a human child
        blinks with three green eyes.

First Day at the Real Estate Office

Tom Stone has sexy
          tribal scarification,
     and a few tattoos.

I look down, and my
         own stomach is stitched like a
     Hawaiian quilt.  Like!

There's a First for Everything

White swan cannot dance
Has no grace, doesn't know role.
A split, though: That. Yes.

A White Basset Named Howard, and a Colorful Rug

Jason's Mexican
Hideaway Hotel: each room
comes with dog and mat.

Lone Bike Ride, Colorado to New Mexico

Road to Santa Fe
        Snowy, cold.  ‘Copter burning,
                 Strange fruit, black wires.

Special Delivery

A very tall man
   in glasses, and I
delivered a dead person
in a very small box
   to the post office
       in our underwear.

Science Friday

Like kittens wrestling.
    Skills learned in the playroom
are carried through life.

The Service is Atrocious, but the Patrons are Worse

I waited so long
   for just a drink; when it came
        she sucked it up through
  a series of clear straws all
   bent up and stuck together.

I held her up close
    by the neck, "That drink." I said,
"I waited two hours
    for that goddamn, motherfucking
    cold vodka lemonade."

It Was All a Ruse

Going to town in
   a covered wagon,
pretending to be pregnant.

It's All a Blur

I remember nothing
 but a one-hundred-
     and-twenty-year-old cake.