Migration Ku

clouds linger
on Pistol Ridge –
rain dots the Elwah

~

two old frogs
cross the street
to Charlie's Tavern

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a sunlight shard
crosses the kitchen
with the old cat

~

a plum blossom
catches a gusty –
a delicate scent scatters

~

a plume of dust
on Stinkingwater Desert –
wheels and feet

yip ah-oo

I had a girl, we didn't get along
on a winter night I sing coyote's song
yip ah-oo yip yip oo-ah-oo

I had a boss who pushed me around
I lost that job when I burned it down
yip ah-oo yip yip oo-ah-oo

I put a fifty in a dancer's thong
hi there honey where ya been so long
yip ah-oo yip yip oo-ah-oo

I crashed a party in a frilly gown
a church full of prigs ran me out of town
yip ah-oo yip yip oo-ah-oo

I went back east in a gunnysack
when I find my way I'm coming back
yip ah-oo yip yip oo-ah-oo

NEC Ku (6)

(Not Elsewhere Classified)

standing rocks at Ruby Beach
are ragged
as a crow's nest

~

after rainfall
water looks
for a low spot

~

twilight
and the breeze
fly together

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She said don't have an accident –
just another pointless road sign.

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I was born just now,
I hope to make more of it
than last time.

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The truck stuck in the mud
to see if I could get it out,
it's kind of an old truck thing.

~

half of them
are shadows

Jug of Wine

My old body parts get attacked
by germs, hoards of shrieking barbarians
find an opening, a weak spot,

and stream in like an icy river.
Body parts are provoked to fight off
the miniature barbarians,

but they can't fight a jug of wine.
The warm fog slips in through the front door
and settles in around my thinker,

muscles weaken, vision fades,
the jug takes a willing victim every time,
and the barbarians wait outside.