When I
open my eyes
and see the wall is still
white, I close them to see other
colors.
The
True Self Bursting at the Seams
The mask
worn for years now
no longer fits the ass;
I am too big for my britches
at last.
Just
Like in a Pop Song
Moon glow
seems a cliché
but there it is lighting
the path before me that leads to
your door.
An
Explanation of Sorts
Fish smells
fishy, of course.
I am who I am, and
you are who you are, which explains
some things.
The
Present Predicament
I’ve been
thinking about
the past and the future,
how I can’t go back and can’t get
ahead.
Chinese
New Year
The boom
and flash goes on
all day and through the night–
The Year of the Rat makes way for
the Ox.
The Powers
of Deduction and Hunger
Sniffling
sounds from behind
the kitchen door followed
by the sizzle of onions can’t
be bad.
