Praying mantis

Sliding slowly down

The window of

A five star restaurant,

So out of place

His only recourse is to sneer,

Least when his mates are near

If I Had Words They'd Follow You Into the Dark

The pipe
Might play the part of the
Camera obscura
But the power source of course
Will remain the same

A Westerly Sunday drive,
With Clara looking out the window
From her car seat,
And Billy Corgan screeching about
Possibilities,
2 McDoubles, a large Coke,
And enough distance to let
The deepest tire ruts
Of the mind give way
To dimly recalled,
Sandy farm roads,
Dead-ending at missile testing sites,
Wetlands,
And mountains

Not the sine wave of her calf
Or neck or spine,
Never the hair,
God forbid an eye simile,
Just the immortal fact of
Her charm, her complementing
Shapes and spiraling spirit
Still doubling my helix
Still crimping my s-curve

Broadripple is Burning

Soften the Last