Musings
heaven rejected
the flower full moon just came and went
i’m told it’s the best time to get high
not the run-of-the-mill-altered-state
but that once-a-year open portal
where your revved-up intuition hits the red line
despite your pineal gland’s calcification
where your chakras line up like a rocket on the pad
despite wicked critiques from your live-in lover
despite debates whether or not chakras exist
or if your third eye exists—or has ever been unclouded
where if in fact mister if you had such a gadget
why not use it to write more visionary uncluttered
uncomplicated less morose more lush
more take-our-breath-away couplets
slimmer stanzas with raw illuming elixirs
rather than force-feeding us these obese images
like piles of trainwrecks so jack-knifed they will never untangle
cosmic traffic jams so indigestibly gassy
even heaven’s open-minded patrolmen groan
while they go out for donuts ` May, 2026
the flower full moon just came and went
i’m told it’s the best time to get high
not the run-of-the-mill-altered-state
but that once-a-year open portal
where your revved-up intuition hits the red line
despite your pineal gland’s calcification
where your chakras line up like a rocket on the pad
despite wicked critiques from your live-in lover
despite debates whether or not chakras exist
or if your third eye exists—or has ever been unclouded
where if in fact mister if you had such a gadget
why not use it to write more visionary uncluttered
uncomplicated less morose more lush
more take-our-breath-away couplets
slimmer stanzas with raw illuming elixirs
rather than force-feeding us these obese images
like piles of trainwrecks so jack-knifed they will never untangle
cosmic traffic jams so indigestibly gassy
even heaven’s open-minded patrolmen groan
while they go out for donuts ` May, 2026
- one flew over the pangolin’s nest
-
peewee worm gone cuckoo
born from a voodoo collision
between a bat
and a person dining on a pangolin
or between a bat
and a person bitten by a pangolin
or between a person and a mad pangolin
previously attacked by a bat
or an undercooked pangolin--
pecked by a bat—eaten by a person
or an erratically-flying bat captured and dissected
next to a morbid pangolin in some lackadaisical lab
or that one bat just out joy-flying- wafting over a pangolin stand
who zoomed in for a snack
nipped at the person-in-charge’s hand
as he brushed the creature away
saw the blood—that sacrilegious blood--
by instinct might have licked that scratch
probably forgot this brief reflex not even
early next morning awakened beside his wife
by an evil fever drenched with alien sweat
gripped by unseen talons around his neck
coughing so cruelly the entire world felt sick
This poem first appeared in the #8 issue
Of Midnight Mind Magazine July, 2025
A Morning with My Inbox
We need to talk
Still care about protecting wildlife?
Speak up for bighorn sheep
Are you extreme too?
The universe has a special message just for you
It may not seem like a lot but…
the moon noticed
Manatees may lose protection--
your cells lose their spark
Sign the petition—restore voting rights
Earn a gift card
This is personal—tariffs are a headache--
the people are rising
Midweek sanity oasis--
in search of the perfect chip
Why wild salmon?
You won’t feel like crap anymore
A goddess exposes strange news:
Your perfect self is hiding in plain sight
A secret wants to reveal itself:
The fate of gray wolves is up to us
Solar news of the day--
tough road ahead
The same old fine print…
It’s pure corruption
Why you won’t be alone this New Year’s:
Support arrives from nowhere
Thank you for your contribution
(These one-liners were lifted verbatim, then shuffled)
We need to talk
Still care about protecting wildlife?
Speak up for bighorn sheep
Are you extreme too?
The universe has a special message just for you
It may not seem like a lot but…
the moon noticed
Manatees may lose protection--
your cells lose their spark
Sign the petition—restore voting rights
Earn a gift card
This is personal—tariffs are a headache--
the people are rising
Midweek sanity oasis--
in search of the perfect chip
Why wild salmon?
You won’t feel like crap anymore
A goddess exposes strange news:
Your perfect self is hiding in plain sight
A secret wants to reveal itself:
The fate of gray wolves is up to us
Solar news of the day--
tough road ahead
The same old fine print…
It’s pure corruption
Why you won’t be alone this New Year’s:
Support arrives from nowhere
Thank you for your contribution
(These one-liners were lifted verbatim, then shuffled)
welcome to the aftermath club
the squares are bustling
money passes in and out of a dirty river
science types break the ground
coaxing it to squeeze out more fuel
homes are an endangered species
whole campuses are binge drinking
empaths cry for mother mangrove
to save us from our daily misdeeds
clocks hang like rigid slate
stuck in their patterns to cause us anguish
we can start by puncturing their faces
then cramp and smash their hands
to no longer hold us back
from crossing into the great state of flux
where the utopia river has been gushing
good-naturedly within its welcoming banks
inviting our minds to jump into the raft
our hearts had so subliminally built
long before this frolicking chaos
distracted us with its addicting disco
the squares are bustling
money passes in and out of a dirty river
science types break the ground
coaxing it to squeeze out more fuel
homes are an endangered species
whole campuses are binge drinking
empaths cry for mother mangrove
to save us from our daily misdeeds
clocks hang like rigid slate
stuck in their patterns to cause us anguish
we can start by puncturing their faces
then cramp and smash their hands
to no longer hold us back
from crossing into the great state of flux
where the utopia river has been gushing
good-naturedly within its welcoming banks
inviting our minds to jump into the raft
our hearts had so subliminally built
long before this frolicking chaos
distracted us with its addicting disco
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shaman in the corner
whether you’re on a sunset sail standing in a waterfall waiting to go on stage at the club showering post waves at the beach whether you’re cooking Italian lecturing to a raccoon for littering weeping for the wolves and wetlands mastering pigeon pose in the park whether you’re singing so big mammals thrive yelling at the pelicans to guard the seas swimming in a turtle-rich turquoise ocean dancing on a deck while full moon rises and heavy sun sets keeping heaven on earth from becoming a memory praying as if words will have an effect from his corner cross-legged the shaman nods sits ready with a blessing pipe sends out an approving ripple hinting if you stay in motion all might be made whole meantime while your body acts as if it’s busy living forever the shaman can no longer hold back his one instruction: mind your head First appeared in the Sept, 2023 Issue of Sequoia Speaks |
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