with the sun cresting above the eastern cascades
the women next door shews the domesticated deer
from her lawn
recently landscaped with rocks
and cheesy modern art that she thinks is cute

no soul
in high pines
but the constant threat of spring
occurring every other afternoon
Our greatest assets often fail us
as the moon sails between earth and star
leaving a small few of us laughing
why cant things be so easy?
as quiet sinking sky
embarrassing fresh ponderosa
"jeering at the funny animal"
we view the vantage point with retribution
maybe longing for flood
while the sick color of the moon
invokes in each
a selfish revolution

water in the log jam
that Ive redirected
with my own two hands


I want a shit factory job
dwindling old growth into
toothpicks

Toothpicks are important
in the processes leading to the
fragmentation of opinions

i no longer know where to get my information
no longer have any relevant filters


I wanna walk home from the bar and
steal your flower pots
in the queer twinkling star light

make myself a five star breakfast with my own eggs
crank up the FOlk and
insult your choice in language

a palmately veined leaf has fallen in to my bathtub
from a hole cut into my ceiling by my landlord I
in a drunken fit we had last night

after three games of risk, a bottle of Absolute,
and lecture on Swiss ski wood working

Sometimes......................

Sometimes your Flak cannon wont shoot right
when the Germans near by are dropping bombs
on your special pine tree plantation

Sometimes your best friends break into your house
at 3 a.m.
and smoke all your drugs
with your homosexual step brother "Eric"
with a total disdain for your feelings and need for sleep

sometimes your sister locks you in the church
and you miss the parade you were supposed to march in
completely botching your chances of lettering in high school band