pace

the morning light dawns.
pick up my sorry carcass,
start another day.

Decapitation

I don't have a mop
I do have a useless stick
The floors stay dirty

bliss

my sheets were dried on the clothesline
tonight I sleep in the sunshine

poem from a failed dream

they say you'll die if you die in your dreams
how can we know this?


rolled up pill bug small
eyes open to white blindness.
asleep. and dying?

good morning!

anger has taken
up permanent residence
in my lower back