Levenger

Fine fountain pens, ink,
leather folders make work seem
like gracious living.

Doing the laundry

Subterranean
hum of spinning drums cleansing
my dirty stained life.

Missed the bus

Now she has time to
blow dry her hair while I rub
away sleep, then drive.

Silence

You don’t notice the
absence of sound until you
strain to hear something.

She watches me…

…create. Impatient
that I won’t pay attention
when I’m writing stuff.

My biggest fan

Directed at me
all day it follows me from
room to room in heat.

Dog tired

Our longer springtime
walks knock him out. There he lies
fat happy fur child.

Natural born plant killers

No one waters them.
Tiny cells plead, but TV
seems more important.

You take after your mother

My weirdness is as
apparent in my kids as
streaks in a fake tan.

If gum were chocolate

Like cows with their cud
we would chew constantly, and
then we’d all swallow.