the bee and the bat

we might think that as we evolve we become more aware of death of it’s inevitability we become less susceptible to the pain to the grief more accepting of it with the resurgent interest in eastern philosophy spiritual beliefs we might even expect that as we lessen our attachments we walk through life with a more evolved accepting state

kelp

we all saw them nobody can ever take that away from us we saw what we saw not remembering who saw first or who insisted we pull over get out not one of us will forget the first thrill the first image the awe the amazement

on the top of a bluff maybe a hundred feet above the water the

there's a man

there's a man
standing in front of me
holding a hand grenade
by the pin
in his mouth
i ask him,
what is the meaning of life?
he opens his mouth and
the grenade drops
to the ground
boom, we die

there's a man standing
in front of me
holding a hand grenade
by the pin
in his mouth
i

Key West Lyric

my head is smoldering
on the hipster beer porch
after this morning’s hot yoga class
in the garden of Gehenna
otherwise known as Key West
aka the laryngoscopical paradise

lacking a sufficient harborside view
I am content admiring
the evaporating condensation
from the glass on my table
well it’s not mine really
I’m just harboring it
in

Woods Hole smooth dog fish

the sea lion swims
in tiny circles
of apathetic and
unknowable rage
resignation
against the smooth fluorescent
swimming pool blue
concrete
or is it cement
I can never remember
the fish dog flips
flippantly
flipping
whiskers up
huffs it’s baited breath
whisper bark
the breadth of
the twenty-four-seven
lighted aqua chamber
(everybody else has long gone home)
circus rung

untitled (still the breeze)

dry, dry air, moss, lichen, pale green, grey-green, sage, gnarled, twisted branches, dusty, olive leaf, olive berry, olive (the color), aubergine, (purple), sword leaf, star-shaped, shifting, drifting, swaying, trees, branches, leaves,

the deck I’m sitting on, with it’s 6” wide boards is the color of beach sand, the common kind, sand cliché, picaresque (I think), that table and