today California traffic
dulls the loneliness,  
comrades in purpose,
in motion, in *******-ery,
only slightly hostile
in our law abiding,
hair blowing in the wind,
hazy sun washing out
this ***** town ways.
oh brother… I love them all.

three weeks is
an interesting time frame.
starting over today
and maybe tomorrow too.

how do we get to sea level?
seeing vertiginous again
so soon was distracting,
maybe the answer is Prozac.

wish they'd stop putting quinoa
in ******* everything.
until then, coffee and
400 tilted miles westward.

succinct! Basho!
finally one sane country.

studying his
face,       luckiest
man on earth:

jokes about y2k,
and getting      old.
      new  normal:
bandaged
  stab wounds
and Abilify in
little      paper     cups.

leaning back in
my chair,
        reading the ceiling,
conjuring
the saint of
    shoddy aim,
misfires, doubt,
humor-

however slight
            in  our      distances.

held a    book
     too long,
too         high
in the

air,

pulled   a
muscle.

hastily written
          reasons     to stay,
     distracted.

ruined
       another ***,
              water
                    to vapor,
                        charred to death.

   fireflies and starling

         m    u    r    m    u    r    a    t    i     o    n    s
          
like to think of
     inaction   as   a verb
              in times
              
                      like these.

i’m not
   singing
If I Had a Hammer
     until all
beings
are freed
     from
suffering.

       didn’t
   shoot
myself
           in
         the
       foot
     today,
        surprised?
      
not
        saying  I'm  deep,
                 but  this wind
                        is a    challenge
     

                            to a fly
                             
                                                          line.

i’m googling how many
tires are on a garbage
truck and which elements
are unstable.

am i really this delightful?
ask uranium- there are degrees.
wouldn't **** me to finish
one **** thing.

hell, even Leonard Cohen
cleaned his kitchen.

hope you are doing
well and have stopped
rebelling against our
founding father's
cautionary counsels.

risky over here,
still doing kudzu
in hot water and
lighting off firecrackers
in the pouring rain.