Tunes pumping away
magnetic electricity
Louis Armstrong says
"It's cold outside"

Cold and Wet

cold wet wood
skyward heel thrust
unseen push

Paneful

Thoughts
in the rain
by the window

Summer Rest

Yesterday I learned of radiosphere
the edge of our earliest broadcasts
moving from galaxy to galaxy

Summer to summer
one needs more signal,
less noise

Local Treasure

sedimentary impediments
clog these mental artways
when simple words or few
do hang upon the choirs
that once rang far and wee

It's not nice to cheat though
even if it means whistling
at the dark to find how far
the shadow cave echoes travel
and dancing alone, or nearly

yet the weekend comes
with its baked pizza
and promise of another try
as I learn again the names
and meanings of local treasure

Orange Moonlight

The poetic push has come to shove
not writing because of love
which I suppose makes it less
worth reading

I'm sure they saw the orange moon
those ancient poets, new ones too
rising full in eastern evenings
like tonight

I would walk to where you are
long through the night
past barking dogs
and lone passing cars

I would

Sensible Garbage Cans

They wait silently, that quiet pair by the door
one for the recycle path, one for the rest
A or B, and their secret cousin down the hall
everything in its place, on its way at day's end.

Just the place for mixed refusals
of the day. No shame in leaving them
there, unknown, unheard from -
just take them away, thanks.

As a child, the dump was most fascinating,
a huge pit; back up the car close to the edge,
toss in the bags, the boxes - the odd fridge -
for imaginary roaming creatures.

Now, of course, it's more real
with knowledge of those who live there,
making their way through piles
searching for life from a can.

Reload

Reload

You can, you know

Yesterday's partly hit targets
have had a good rest
while you tossed a bit

Saw you there
by early morning streetlight

Reload

Polish the metal
and sight along straight
take care in aiming

and don't forget
to breathe

Squiddles

And in it goes, you know -
all the knowledge. At least
for this week. And then next
week it will be something other
and the other will be there, some-
where...showing up in the odd dream.

I love poems, most of them anyway.

We had a dying tree, it's gone now
a group of guys with one chain saw
cut it all up and their branch-eater
took what they didn't leave. Only
trunk segments left, hauled on a sled
I moved them all out of sight for now.

The men went away, a bit underpaid, I thought.

The squirrels have noticed, I'm sure
and possibly some of the birds.
I guess it does leave room for the moon
she has been getting plenty of attention
blushing even. It's still cold here.
The sky stays quite clear at night.

And only yesterday, my dad was pushing his snowblower.

It's been quite a while here.

Feels good

Up for Air

Could I lift this orange
peel off that peel package
and segmentally munch it away

yes, and of course I think of you
with that left over longing
wonder again what happened

the peeling's gone
we know it's not on
and I would have shared some

Places

What's hiding back there
protected by neural networks
disused tracks

Marbelous

Staring across years and seasons
words, notes, thoughts, deeds
statue statements and marbelous minds

Sloglandia

One a day, good for the soul
said with a smile, and all the while
groaning at the mess
left from last year

A day at a time
because otherwise
it's a bit much to look at

Now, now...
face towards the sun
open eyes slowly
and breathe