The Little Planet Daily

Winter drops the dove tree leaves

on the greasy, rain slick deck.

A chalked quote from Shakespeare

and Spring’s white paper bracts

Won’t make you return little one.

May the white rose we threw in the river

find you in the crook of God’s elbow.

the sunlight rakes
the stubble fields

silvers the windrows
rolls up the honeyed hay bales

curls pea leaf tendrils
around the split wood fences

reverberates off acorn squash
making a pale man steal fire

Standing at the bus stop
On a rainy Portland day
Chatting with my bus mates
Just to pass the time away
When some a-hole drives by
Easy as you please
Now I’m soaking in my work clothes
And freezing in the breeze

Everybody!
Breeze, breeze, breeze, breeze
Freezing in the breeze…

Damn I feel happy
Walt Disney can eat my shorts

Craig Virgin can take people to the moon in his aero rocket for all I care

I’m going to grab the corners of my mouth and shove them up over my ears

gonna lay around the shack ’till the mail train comes back

gonna hop like a one legged crow on a day old happy meal

I’m going to bloom like a rhododendron looking to get his pistil wet

Oh. My. God.

It’s working.