red bean pastries
marked as “old goat rectum”
for trick or treaters
Month: October 2016
916
when you go
who will I wake
and tell my dreams
915
shining on wet grass
star swarms
of red and gold
914
at the playground
grandtoddler chases
windborne stars
913
crows in the belfry
cubs in the Series
last days are nigh
912
round paper lanterns
pumpkins aglow
on my table
911
sweet as maple syrup
a good morning smile
free refills
910
chipmunk scurries
across four lanes of traffic
urgent appointment
air cleansed by rain
each grass, bloom, and leaf
a sunlit prism
908
plump white moths
slivers of a full moon
beat to get in
907
blue angels above
some cities have airshows
every day
906
four napping cats
my chest and thighs
become daybeds
902
Marshall Dillon
and Ben Cartwright
babysit my mom
905
they hammer and saw
their migrant corridos
at top volume
904
a loose cannon
falls through a hatchway
sinks the ship
903
the dark horse
stumbles on its own dung
race far from over
901
late at night
flashes of white light
deer trigger sensors
900
the candidate
rambles menacingly
more trumpfoolery
899
acres of headstones
sprouting wires– ruins
of a drive-in movie
898
coffee at home
napkins from Starbucks
torn into fourths
