Poem

A moon of August
     hangs, a rusty blade on the wall
          of a barn
     hangs low and rosy in the black, 
                                                         perfumed

by clinging honeysuckle sprayed
     from ornate bottle,
                                   by antique mirrors,
     from faded lady's dressing table

city of lipsticks and powders

Bear

I recently attracted a small brown bear as a companion. I was somewhat afraid of him at first, but now I'm quite comfortable sitting with him in the grass as the sun goes down. I smile when he bounds from the lower lawn, leaping a full ten feet to land next to me.

Pharmacy

All of my old girlfriends are waiting in line at the pharmacy. Their faces are older and they all suffer from infirmities.

And I'm not even in the right pharmacy.