author other silicon valley darling not in their dictionary
fuselage salvaged as fuel for the forest fire
decoding lines the tickle of the brain
missing the squirrel for the tail mid-flight warm socks
two hearts floating into the transformer
rainbows dropping into puddles like the frogpond
year’s first warmth signals interstitial szn red stripe and reggae
stop / start for the swing of launching clouds
money blocks stacked and allotted
together apart screen time freeze melt
wisp emoji cloud memory
black wing and dusk both fall
branch length fallen with the wisps of nest
stackin up schemes like pharoahs click bricks with wrist flicks
Recommendation this acknowledgement of reality and a poem
blue rising into gray the horizon smears together water colors
drip drip drip drip drip drip drip drip a day washes by
light show on the half dome look up from the light slab
another new cycle of a different sort order
a question to clarify itself circling back
summer breeze through the walls droning in the cold morning
turning the corner a flurry of movement tail nuts
ripe summer red sun caught on ragged ridge of blue
winter’s cobwebs gathered in the shade
andes of the untamed mind on biological acid
salt in the grounds the full-bodied wine of a day
sunset clouds actually solid amber sun
a curve’s memory control lost frame-in-frame
paper stained with memories and what else?
sky bare shelves before / after the storm
the rot mushroom’s buffet the rot
water drips through the bird song cacophony
moth-eaten blanket in the sun dog-stained snow a warm breeze
the spear a pond in its own rain
frozen rabbit eye white wolf moon
summer growth autumn color winter blanket
forever like cholesterol shilling diamonds bedazzled calphalon
sunrise drips into predawn remnants stuck between the trees
clouds puddles of shadow mirroring stop line asphalt oil stain
layered lights all the way down then dusk
rolling gallery wall signed by the pseudonym
there is no difference from a distance between rock and water drop
the lights beacons in the gray
time passes over the candle wick like blown smoke crumbs
minor moments adding up to a major scale
branches heavy with nuts and their gatherers
tic tac treetop snagged the sky
between them more than their shared shade does wind make a sound?
fortune favors the bold(ed) type
found trifecta hit with a hammer
