It was fun.
End Games
Meta Worm
Willful catastrophes
We had a lot of rain last night
And now the moldy drywall ceiling
Lies upon the roof of my blue car
Curse you, Ceiling Cat!
Why did you will that?
The Game of Words
How Now Sweet GOW?
Hellebored?
stinking hellebore
leather petals taste ginger?
winter’s quiet love child
Maybe, maybe spring is in the air.
Written in Free Haiku
Plumage
I’m shooting the breeze:
Poe-stained techno-pheasantries;
Shake that free booty!
Stick&Stein
Stick&Stein
You don’t stick your nose in people’s business
You just stick to sticks
Out there in the sticks
So flagrantly a stick
Purrty
The Stuck-up Cloud
Cadmium Diamond Dreams 