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poet, technologist, cynic, father of five, child of chaos, punker, prankster, patriot, punster, leftist, latino, japanophile, audiophile, beer drinker, quiche eater, dog walker, soft talker, deep thinker, shallow sleeper, introvert, covert operative in a parallel universe.

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    extra special bitter
    hops are bitter. life is bitter. coincidence?

    Monday, July 30, 2007

    full moon —
    the dog doesn’t care
    if it’s a bat or a bird

     

    Saturday, July 28, 2007

    extra innings —
    the dog groans
    in its sleep

     

    Thursday, July 26, 2007

    windless night —
    a cloud of gnats
    all around me

     

    Wednesday, July 25, 2007

    sad dad?


    ...or pensive pop? you be the judge. photo by mmm at my daughter’s wedding.

     

    Tuesday, July 24, 2007

    an hour into the demo I’m not the only one doodling

     

    Monday, July 23, 2007

    disabled train
    between stations
    — dusk

     

    Sunday, July 22, 2007

    late night dog walk —
    a silhouette undressing
    before the moon

     

    cloudy night —
    when did she become
    my dog?

     

    Saturday, July 21, 2007

    running out of words to say a tree branch falls

     

    Friday, July 20, 2007

    how it starts


    caught in the act, my granddaughter exclaimed “it’s just to take the edge off of these teething pains...”

     

    Wednesday, July 18, 2007

    light drizzle —
    everyone watches me
    run for the train

     

    Monday, July 16, 2007

    morning rush —
    rain streams down
    scratched plexiglas

     

    stay

    it was a decision
    not to move forward,
    not based upon evidence
    but rather a formal request
    to review evidence
    already used to convict,
    searching for secrets
    beneath rocks
    long since overturned.
    I am one of those rocks,
    carried into a lab
    by rubber-gloved hands
    named “mercy.”

     

    Sunday, July 15, 2007

    hot summer night —
    I rescue a fly
    from the spider web

     

    Saturday, July 14, 2007

    Bastille Day —
    freshly washed laundry
    stuffed into a suitcase

     

    Friday, July 13, 2007

    revolutionary gesture


    driven to madness by the breathtaking beauty of Spot Lake, Extra Special Bitter makes a revolutionary gesture in the general direction of the bewildered flora and fauna.
    photo by mmm

     

    Wednesday, July 11, 2007

    July —
    the refreshing breeze
    of a passing freight train

    July overcast —
    the conductor announces
    “this is not a station stop”

     

    Tuesday, July 10, 2007

    sultry night —
    a man in a do-rag
    shouts “beautiful dog”

     

    minus the wine

    that it boils before it flows
    is little consolation.
    that it’s mine as well as yours
    is the core of your angst.
    I keep telling myself
    that it can’t go on forever.
    well, it’s forever,
    and it’s still going.
    it’s still the very toxin
    that keeps you alive.

     

    Monday, July 09, 2007

    outside Starbuck’s
    I remind myself
    that tall equals small

     

    Friday, July 06, 2007

    sunset —
    a red balloon
    floats into the sky

    (Port Huron, MI)

     

    Wednesday, July 04, 2007

    for George

    These two lines are excerpts from the Declaration of Independence, citing abuses of power of a certain monarch named George. Hmmm...
    He has obstructed the administration of justice by refusing his assent to laws for establishing judiciary powers ... For taking away our charters, abolishing our most valuable laws and altering fundamentally the forms of our governments.

     

    Independence Day —
    she reminds me why
    she’s my ex-wife

     

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