Butterflies

Or lizards wait behind a fence for butterflies less young

Who’ve made life’s tragic error’s turn to meet with judgment’s tongue

If older, that dire turn could bring them to a farmer’s spray,

“They all are inconvenient! Sure, we’re mad! They’re in the way!”

A Seagull Sentinel

“And as his graying body slowly sunk to ocean depths

His lover bird sat on the dock in wait in quiet breaths

She will not stray; she will not leave; she’ll never go away

She’ll ever wait and ever circle ‘til her final day”

The Pellycan

“There just beyond the mangroves, just beyond the human traps

Where sunset ripples streak the glassy tops in salty laps

Where winds rush headily with kelpish smells aloft in air

And then one random breeze — a briny spray on feather hair”

My Weight at the Bay Today

“There is a weight. There is always a weight. And the weight is always negative and feels heavy, yet it is actually lighter than air. This weight is weird. It steals the wind from a person’s heart. Everyone has this weight to some degree. And my weight is particularly heavy today.”

How Facebook is Like Mezcal

“An overly large American Agave plant is a spiked, stabbing, tissue-slicing medieval catapult payload conceived by a satanic, sadistic, torture-happy monk. It’s a star-shaped exploded death star with ridged spears and daggers splaying out in all directions, capable of viciously cutting a human victim into multiple pieces by just looking at it. Or so says the letter from my neighbor’s lawyer.”

Airport Security and Smelling Fabulous

“I could visually see the words coming out of my mouth in slow motion – eyes crossed, reading the letters tumbling in the air space in front of my nose – but I couldn’t pull them back in, no matter how hard I sucked – gasped — whatever.”