Book o’ Verse

I want to build a house
with Richard Brautigan
up on the third floor.

Looking out a large window
at open land
hands on the windowsill.

Wearing that old hat
that old vest
those old glasses.

He looks good.

Do you know how many
stars up there  --
how many of those
nighttime naked-eye stars-that-you-can-see
are part of our local little galaxy?

Not off in the broader universe
representing some distant cluster.

Just local twinkle.
Milky Way shine.

Do 

My son cried out in the middle of the night
and I went to him and I picked him up
and I cradled him and we rocked for a bit
in the sliding chair
with a blanket over both of … Read on Macduff...

Sudden roar.
Minature Thor.

Why'd that
bee sting
my eye for?

(with a sideways nod to Robert Creeley)

Sitting and snacking at the local tea shop
surprised to be sucking up
whole tapioca
in a wide straw.

  Bloop.

Endlessly
elevating.

Fat and flavorless and full of --

  Bloop.
Bloop.

Never smooshed
though smooshed
should be
in my not-so-smooth

I almost never do this.
Almost. Never.
So clickety close to never.

  Not never actually,
Not actually "never."

But like -- this close.

Cat-pinned
warm butterfly
me beneath the blanket
with my warm beneath the blanket
in my crook
she's a tack
pinned me down
till I flutter flutter
stop.

she stays warm
I can't move
she don't care.

and I stop.