Near Saddle Brook

I, a wolf or fox

I saw this in a sitting pond

Buddha glared at his crotch

Reflections blessed the sun

We howled and ran the field

The grass was a main of hair

We were lice and ate the earth

Rolled like children on snow days

I saw other signs of spirit;

a blue jay. Galloped from branch to branch

The bugger beckoned me to keep tail

I obeyed the wings true flapping

The forest never filled

The barks turned white pale

Ghost trees bare and sullen

Ended the blue jay cried the trail

Flied from my eyes good sight

and split the sky in two

I thought of how I used to

nestle my head into your breast

and smile my nights with you

kings point... sorry about that

riding along in a motor car

dragged from my home by an older dog

we took the long way around the bay

recall a sandy trail along the water line

legs to crawl me on

mind to gaze across the bay from home

don't mind the sun, it's a smiling face

me and my dog, she was a terrier

fiestas in King's Point and children of the earth

toasting with crowns while the daylight drowns

legs to stand my ground

mind to gaze across the bay from home

ku 16

ku 15

oh come, savior moon

upon the night's horizon

sailed across the sky

ku 14

bite nails with some grace

scratch the head with utmost grace

grace i've learned from toons

ku 13

desks and pens and notes

and post-its and phone calls

and sorry labor

ku 13

what are these machines?

who are they punching the keys?

i'm to fill out what?

ku 12

bless-ed tears of joy

conjured by talent and song

praise the human form!

ku 11

roach life sub tub tank

searches the nocturne work shift

cowers when lights blind|ground quakes

ku 10

footsteps times hundreds

flatten snow paths leading home

we, the human plow

ku 9

to the business suit

to the sticking cotton drab

chemical cleanings

ku 7

beasts of all degrees

written and erased with ease

roam into unknown

ku 6

this is not my rig

pumping down the avenue

i am in a sky

ku 8

i|with you|am clean

check the moulding on the floors

check your forefinger

ku 5

port on the north end

i walked on the rotting docks

the guls flew overhead