Autumn Nonsense

Not long now;

I can almost smell the smell

of turning,


Autumn soon

my sweet, little baby autumn

so welcome to rest

upon my breast.


My Innards

I was almost extinguished

by your disgust

so I washed


pillow cases



my head

and my toes

and turned around for a second

until I was almost extinguished

once more

by your disgust

so again I washed


pillow cases



my head

and my toes


Then I vomited

until my stomach and tear ducts

were cleared

and I was extinguished


by my own disgust.

By the Pond

Hello water

Little ripples

Gentle tickles

On splashy splash toes

And plunk!

A pike!

Beneath fluttering flight

Of red wing black bird

Weave in and out of cloudy frow

Breaking in gentle rhythm



Revealing little beams of dinner 


In Setting sun

And almost day is done

Closer now

Hurry in and peep peep

To gentle sleep

The Boogie Man Likes Coffee

The boogy man stole some of my coffee

And it was a nice cuppa too

I wanted the first sip, at least,

While it was still hot

And I could trace the steam curling

Up, up, over the top of the mug

Who knew he even liked java

The boogy man he

Who snatches other things, I presume

Could have had anything in the room

But you know

Coffee is divine.

Dear Universe,

You took the ugliest bits you could find

and threw them in a pot

with bones and decaying personality,

then you emptied the pot

onto a pile of rotting ground

and started to form my shell

with nothing to fill it.


Marble Head

I would take

this big head of mine

and shrink it to the size of a glass marble

if I could,

and not even think twice

if it were to roll away

off the side of a cliff

and shatter,

at least then my head could

be of some use

the scattered fragments

could reflect the sun

create sparkling flicks of twinkle,

or cut someone.