it's true what "they" say:
long over due oil changes
don't do engines well

in the next two days
this july will be over
august will begin.

minutes sitting here
i dont have another poem
come back tomorrow.

 to the evergreen,
your leaves aren't always; you lied.
brown, dead pine needles.

anorexia
is not to be trifled with 
try a new diet.

to all the steak knives:
the vegetables are softer,
try going vegan

for all the artists:
your hours of work are moot
if kept from the world.

for the blog writer:
until the great data crash...
your words will stay put.

for the dog walker:
your leash is never too long,
run a bit faster.

the motorcycle:
loud as it screaches through streets.
beauty standing still.

standing motionless
this thirteenth year was quite hot
thank you, ann arbor

A close shave

with a straight razor
shaving can be dangerous
cuts across my nose

ann arbor art fair:
thanks for a great eleventh!
ill see you for twelve.

motionless fridays...
this is still stand still theater.
laugh. enjoy. repeat.

on daily haiku's:
these have gotten serious
lighten up, asshole.

in the endless chain
peace will become apparent
life comes full circle

birds that dive bomb me
are a bit disconcerting
flap, flap, flap, flying.

in the grocery store
even the apples look fake
at least they have stars

I'd fall in love with
her nine month mentality
never to conceive.

midnight bicycle
rides through puddles and rain drops
thunder's my heart beat.

wundergound magic
is a magic shop of dreams
just waiting to die.

Heart strings

ten years is too long

Sitting twiddling heart strings

to wait for someone 

atheist's  don't pray.
they do, sometimes, swear to god
but won't admit it.

when i'm sad i think
my cat is adorable
and then i'm happy.

fiona apple
you have a beautiful voice
sing to us again.

the state in Detroit
this is where I first met you
Now is the filmore.

yes, it's been nine months.
today i'm letting it go.
it's time to move on.

my heart beats faster

imagination's heavy

she kept her clothes on.

"...stilt walking." he said.
"yes, i walked in that parade."
and then he collapsed.

i still collect books
in a world where movies rein
hardcovers : heavy

tonight i can see
fireworks through my window
ba-bang, boom, pop, poof.

yes, i'm still single.
my friends are getting married
am i left behind?