050925

we
go
off-trail
secluded
I hope to have you
up against a tree so surprised
by your hollow fangs pressing into my carotid

050825

the morning fried
through the fence
green garden nibbles
such fun an omnivore
from killers
a few generations back

050725

Larry Hartman was a friend of mine at school. I went to his house once; he never came to mine. We wandered around outside. He had built an entire city out of bricks and other things like that. The buildings were about as tall as one brick and it wasn't really very impressive, but he had written an entire backstory about the kingdom or, I guess, the city-state. Then we went inside and played Monopoly. It was an epic game. We had to use handmade play money to supplement the money that came with the game because we both got so rich. Not what was intended I suppose. It was supposed to show that the poor got poorer and the rich got richer, but in this case everybody got richer. My dad arrived and the game was still in full swing so we never got to find out who is going to crush who. I remember it to this day obviously even though this happened when I was probably 15 years old. After high School we drew apart from one another, and many years later I was living in Alabama and I discovered that he was living in Florida. And we were both disabled. We corresponded for a while and then one day the high school alumni association sent out a message saying that he had died. I wished we had corresponded more, but that probably happens a lot! We get tied up in our affairs. But this is one reason that I reach out to the friends I do have every now and then. Some of them do the same and others Fall by the wayside.

050625c

New publication; Redneck Aliens: https://thesyzygypoetryjournal2.wordpress.com/david-c-kopaska-merkel/

050625b

during the voyage
the pigs kinda evolved
here's their village

050625

the second sun
burns mist off the swamp
a long neck rises

050525b

whose idea
was it to bring back phytosaurs
the ten-foot grin