houdini of the jungle

He points to his cargo pants. We had these in Nam. Bush pants. But pockets were deeper...you could fit a body in them. Hyperbole or tiny dead. We won't know.

to be modern

welcome to the algorithm

where you scream out who

you are, up a silent silo

echos back the same.

so lonely and unsure

you can only play identity

make a new one but no

don't be yourself, so much.

hashtag ai was cool

till it learned us and 

we must live within

an understanding cache.

ah home

Smell of burning 

dust and hair 

from an old candle

and I am in my room

a teen again.

winter friends

I am resilient

like a plant

yellow wilted 

leaves, green

after the winter

hardy from cold.

Just as forever,

we are resilient

roots entwined

loving and hurt

afar and near

all these years.

morning showers bring may powers

Dear sparkle kitten,

face glistening wet

with morning shower

cleansing off sins

of the want and need.

Washing down the drain

the dreams I had, false. 

For fate is often just 

childhood programming

driving the truck to town.

it's your brain

Autumn awakening with the moon

and misty morning fog blurring

eyes and homes and hearts

shrink into heart, sink into hearth.

Brace myself, muscles stiff,

for the cold winter imminent.

mice and men

High heat, grass tips,

breeze nuzzles

between the sips

and I, a rat, 

with rat mind,

on rat time.

I, my ratself,

ratty and messy

and tangled

in my own hair.