Sorry,
but
Nature’s
First
Green
is
red,
in
spite
of
what
Mr.
Frost
said.

When I wake up at 11 o’clock,
I am supposed to be daytime.
4 o’clock I am awake. Why?
Think about it.

Swine Flu?
Perhaps tomorrow
we shall have Fish Flu.

A damp woolen coat hung over the sharp       hook of what you remember.

I’m Charles, the black sheep
who swims against the rising tide.

We are our own the way a river swallows
itself. The need that need follows       follows.