Driving home at sunset

Hills like cut paper
black against tissue blue skies.
Through poked holes, stars shine.

Disorganized

Incrementally
I clean unearthing a clear
space on the table.

Silda Wall Spitzer

Wan, pale, red-eyed, she’s
the poster wife of Wynette’s
song, “Stand By Your Man.”

Saving grace

While I throw pennies
into a coin jar, Bear Stearns
gets a big bailout.

“Victimless crime”

Alan Dershowitz
said about prostitution
the lie men believe.

Eliot Spitzer

When a righteous man
is caught with his pants down, it’s
likely he’ll get spanked.

Fuzzy logic

posted to my Twitter account

I need sleep, but I * need to work but I need sleep * to work can’t think straight.

Last minute

posted to my Twitter account

Project due and I * like the late adopter I * am, haven’t finished.

High school play

Geeks transformed into
leading men stop hearts, but then
revert back next day.

Snow in March

Hats, gloves, put away
in optimism return
for winter’s last gasp.