Another short poem

The pond
reflects the world above
keeping the world
below a secret.

15 Haiku

A bud
lying on the ground
in spring

The night sky
in every movement
of the dark ocean

Stepping outside
dog rolls his eyes
a long summer ahead

So lonely
I take my walls down
with me

It's so late
so dark
I am the only one awake

Everything will be better
in the morning,
I am told

My server
is serving
only himself

He checks the mail
for the third time
today

Children on leashes
and cats
eating out of crystal bowls

The treetops are green
her hair, also, is green
now, we are god.

A dog barking outside
what is he saying,
Muhammad?

My wife yells
loudest
when I am hung-over

What are those things
that look like worms
on pine trees?

Patches of sand
beside
patches of grass

The last bird
without a mate
has no gin at home.

Telescope in the bathroom, what are you looking for?

I've gone 650 miles since tuesday, but I am right back where I started. I got a good turtleneck at a good will in Shelby, though.

People say that this generation has no activists, no protesters, no heart. Thay say that we just lie back and let what happens happen. This is not true. The revolutionaries today do not bomb abortion clinics or chain themselves to bulldozers, thay blog. Which is pointless. But thay also strive to be socially responsible and globally conscious. By not supporting products, services, and industries riddled with moral injusticies, today's activist actually combats the evils of this world from the inside out. Rather than trying to convince the rest of the world to stop, we are acting to undermine their foul deeds. People will go about doing what they want reguardless of what hippies think, and the best way to cambat this is to go behind them and fix it, or go ahead of them and stop it. In this sense, we are living in a pretty exciting time.

Two pennies.

Consistantly Disappointing

This is how I feel when I get Port City Java coffee.