I don't know who it's for. It could be you. I hope it is. I really do. But the point is to sing it while I am me. To call it forth while I am still here. What else is there? I'm the poet in the poem, so that makes me the poem inside…

Because I'm old and this is the Way I Do Things now...

the only thing that impresses me now is the state of my inebriation

The wind comes up relentless in the afternoon

True story

And aren't we are so then so rarely The hero in another's story When we want to be. And why are we so always Rounding stories on the heroes Who don't want to be? And aren't we are so then are so rarely Heroes in each others' …

“Silent Valley: The quietest place in the Western hemisphere.” Jerry pulls back the throttle and squints so the wrinkles deepen around his eyes and creep out past the frame of his sunglasses. Even through my headphones and the thwok of the helicopter blades I…

The blue bird tapped at my window and pecked my crumbs. I talked to him as to a small person about the things of life, of flowers, of trees and the sky. Even at times pretending he was erudite, I questioned him about evolution and extinction. He looked at me as if he…

I was sitting on the steps in the entryway to our apartment building taking off my running shoes when I spotted a paperclip on the floor. I assumed it had fallen from the mail that my wife had just taken from our mailbox. Once my shoes were removed, I went down to pick…

Damn, the light turned green on me. Wasn't ready.

Staring at my $10 All Star Breakfast with extra bacon

He’s an empty sock

Let it rage. I shall not suppress you. Let your rage speak to you of the sorrow it hides, until your sadness swallows you whole.

A Praying Mantis clover to bright emerald green landed on my sleeve and lingered as I worked in my hay field.

Say say say say say say says our I-I-I-me tunes:

Figures are a strip tease.

I killed it. Didn't even relocate it back to its outdoor home, as I had work to do. This is being human.