On/Off Ramp

Beggar-ticks and beggars live there
Red-winged black bird,
tall wavy grasses,
feathery eastern red cedars,
untouched trees, jungles, ruins, all waiting
It's the home of fantasy farms, bandits, runaways, hideaway, getaway
Drifter residue in worn slatted Ozark signs
A telescopic, telepathic view transports you to the oasis in a derelict land,
as you're waiting
Off ramp gonna save your life, On ramp gonna set you free

Home is where I want to be

Handwash not brainwash
E. pluribus unum
July 4th spells
burning three snakes simultaneously
White russian with a poot
mixed with a drumpf
Flush it away
dreams about human waste
Probiotic or prebiotic?
Handwash not brainwash
We the people chant
E. pluribus unum
shadow spirits of ourselves multiply and spread out over the country,
heading east
to overcome the white house throwing a tantrum
all the shadow spirits come together to make a giant shadow spirit of you
hold it down, lull it, try to lull it, rocking back and forth
if you made it rest, good.
if not, it was still productive.
I hope you have a yard and someone to be with and sparklers
lots of sparklers.

End of June

Remember to wear blue
Toward the end of June
When the cornflower is in bloom
You can hide in a ditch with nothing to do


The cancer crab is on us all

a hole in the wall

I don't know you all from a hole in the wall
jump in on sensory deprivation, shrooms and dissolution of ego
ego death she said
not a bad idea.

I don't know you all from a hole in the wall
Still, I'm gaining energy from the room
I'm two wild and crazy guys
cackling and awkward hugs

I get sick
I get sick
Why-o why-o why-o

I don't know you all from a whole in the wall
but I'm loving you
All my tmi airing out to dry
It's so sunny here
I'm so funny here

I get sick
I get sick
Why do I do why

I guess it doesn't matter, it depends on the wall
I know me and I notice holes
But I don't know how to stop the self-flagellation

Maybe float tanks, shrooms and ego death

dogwood drupes

Say it again
dogwood drupes
soft as a magnolia catkin
the guh after the ah hits the heaviest,
especially if you let the
drupes drop out of your mouth
dogwood drupes

Poemettes

Have you ever watched a snake climb from one tree to another?
It's like a vine in real time
are snakes and vines related?
did one vine reach too far and
break off,
rootless and free?

juneberries and thyme

warnings on hotdogs
hotdog warnings
victorian illustrations of 8 year olds saying ass
247 Trolls
Campbell kids saying hot damn!
butthole, buttholes, butt nuggets,
my butt, your butt, butts
Victorian butts class it up

COVID Trends

long nose hair and shaved heads
cowboy rustler bandana
face mask fuzzy dice
Lysol perfume
copper revival
snakes everywhere
squirrel family reunions
no loud talking
no talking at all,
except for the birds
listening to birds
*I hope they don't spread it,
don't think of bird flu*
idiots in charge
distrust of leadership
lives in the hands of the brainwashed
masks to protect others
masks for spreading kindness
masks cuz we're all in it together
your freedom for masks?
don't you want to play bandit?
freedom from not having to look good
freedom to hide your expression
faux spectacles
face shields
smiling with your eyes

Laissez les bons temps rouler!

Morning bird song began the parade
A blue jay flashed its colors and using a nut in its beak
whistled, "Cheep! Cheep!"
Piggy squeals and Donkey brays
Eat your ice cream
Drink your brew
Smoke what you got
Blow your horn
Bang your drums
Cry your eyes out
Laugh your head off
Doggy barks and Horsey neighs
Dress up for your own parade!

Propaganda coup

Propaganda-coo
Sounds cute
But it's not a panda, nor a ganda-geegore-gaday (the ultimate cuteness)
It's no cootchie-coo
Or maybe it is
Russia if you're listening
Trump loves you

Fool moon

It seems hard to believe
that the morning sun
can paint the land
a bright burnt orange
and color the full moon
a ghostly silver white
at the same time

End of May

A public library is the most democratic thing in the world. What can be found there has undone dictators and tyrants. —Doris Lessing

I want to congratulate librarians, not famous for their physical strength or their powerful political connections or their great wealth, who, all over this country, have staunchly resisted anti-democratic bullies who have tried to remove certain books from their shelves, and have refused to reveal to thought police the names of persons who have checked out those titles. So the America I loved still exists, if not in the White House or the Supreme Court or the Senate or the House of Representatives or the media. The America I love still exists at the front desks of our public libraries. —Kurt Vonnegut

I am your Countrywoman
I am your fellow Missourian
You don't deserve me.
You don't see me.
I see all of you.
I could make you blossom,
see all the beauty
I could make you grow,
crowd out the pain
I could give your mind a break,
ease your journey
Instead you sit on spikes and 
vibrate the fury
Come with me, follow me,
listen to me
Let's share this 

This morning-
Two flashes of a dream I can't remember
Blasted by Ruthie's Knocking
I'm your Faith Healer
I'm just looking for one Divine Hammer
Sundays..I've been wondering lately, who's going to save me?
A bird hit my car..I think it flew off, I hope..might've been a starling.

Luteal Phase

I no longer need this shame
Aim is exercise my demons
96 tears on my pillow
I'm a woman, man
I can't spare a square
I wad up these memories like rough drafts
And watch them burn bright as I toss them through my
self-styled force field
Even its ash can't penetrate my atmosphere

If you men had a luteal phase
I bet you'd've sung a song about it long ago
It took me til I was 42 until I knew

My cycle's on haywire time
My cycle's on haywire time

I'm edging past my prime
oh.
oh, how sublime.

dreams are hazardous to my health

I wanna
I wanna
I wanna
Never gonna

I wanna
I wanna
I wanna
Never gonna

Today I want to build a trash facility in my mind
Tomorrow I want to build a school
The next day I will imagine a homeless shelter
And then later a bed and breakfast for the homed

Hire me for all of the ideas
I will spout them out like an oracle

Waxing Gibbous

Who came up with that?
Hey, I like it!
Reminds me of gibbon monkeys
and the Brothers Gibb
Big goofy shining white
Expectant blob with a promise
Waning Gibbous sounds like a country singer name

every day delivery

my sympathetic nervous system is
well oiled
A fleeting thought
inhibits a sickening chemical rinse
every day I check my phone
for the next attack
from our fake president
every day he delivers
psychological warfare

Mind mix

Your quirky tweets are like
minestrone for the soul
There's a lot of sage there
you, your sons, the surfer dude
It's the first time your songs inspired poetry
Usually you floor me and leave me wrung out
in a good way


What does the spire hawk see?
Waves of undulating minecraft?
Heat?
Waiting for the moment to jump in on some air.
Catch a wave and you're sittin' on top o' the world.
What is your altitude attitude?

If his cells aren't carrying information,
are the nerves relenting?
Did they decide to be on our side?

Will my nerves relent?
Will they decide to be on my side?

Remember the week of the bad cream?
We took it.

My problem in my dream last night:
Magnesium and Manganese, do they both have 3 electrons to spare?!
Google answer is no, but they both have two (I think I was thinking of Al)
This is the result I wanted: MgMn, but maybe it's really AlMg or AlMn
I don't know
It was a dream.

I see

So this is how this animal gets made?
I'm sharpening everything
everything is splayed
my accumulation is a riot
spilling out all over
no more free smiles
no more free breaths of fresh air
all my joy hidden for a select few
giving evil eyes all around
until I root all you fuckers out

The snow birds

How'd I get so lucky to have

Blue Jays, Cardinals and Downy Woodpeckers

in my yard?

Oh, that's right, I fed them

Today there's nothing like snow birds

Their colors so profound in the blank scape

How'd I get so lucky?

How'd I get so lucky?

How'd I get so lucky?

That's right, I fed them

The snow birds

I watched a POV on Patti Smith and cried really hard. If I saw her on the street I would cry and say, "Oh, Patti!" I'd say, "How do poets live in this world?" You just live, I guess. Try to live without fear. Things seemed so simple back then. It never really was and it never really will be, but how do you gain the courage to be a shooting star? How can you fully be yourself? You seem to know, Patti. Why can't we just live on? We can with words.

How'd I get so lucky?

I fed myself.

Oh My Poetry

Did you ever watch a cicada
fly to a destination?
Erratic melody
to a vine dusted, glen'd tree
My brain is buzzing
and a blaze of electrical spinal fuzziness
effects my being
There's a song here
There's a song in everything
My song is funky, freaky with continual changes
I need to relax it into a
never-ending, well thought out, jam session
I look at wet grass that changes the color of my eye
Chameleon eyes bring a trippiness to my thinking
I turn to a drippy stone
I don't know why this isn't a poem
or why it is
I saw a hummingbird shit over by the lilac
These things interest me.