Keep pen and paper by your bedside,because the creative impulse is like sickness;
It can wake you up in the middle of the night
searching for a place to spew your insides.

Impaling an earthworm on a fish-hook
leaves both of us squirming.

Footprints found
where two paths cross were
those of passing strangers.

B-17 Flying Fortresses and B-24 Liberators
had ball turrets that bulged
like a frog's eyes.

Weekdays the shopping mall is less like a
shrine to conspicuous consumption,
and more like an Old West ghost town.

Thanks to Laura Ashley,
I sleep in a flowerbed.

Cold fear follows the significant crack
occurring beneath my feet as I
cross the frozen lake.