Flow
Days flow out like tides,
slipping away from the shores
where I can stand tall.
High School Graduation
It still doesn't feel
real, moderated by time's
stretching folds, fondant.
Cumming, Georgia
"They ain't like folks 'round
here," says the Macintosh from
Apples to Apples.
Sunapee, New Hampshire
No warning before
the kayak turtles over.
Cold, pure water strikes.
Cell Phone Dying
It holds on for the
return trip, but not when I
download "Day Tripper."
Nitrous Oxide
Jokes are understood
later still than they are at
1 in the morning.
Wisdom Teeth
With inner sage robbed,
I become American:
passive, couch-confined.
The Recovery
I make music while
on drugs. I heard it worked for
one Lady Gaga.