I’m so damn dizzy. Quiz me what’s up and my mind reels. Feels like I’m a kid outside on a bright day raising a broom with two hands...

I like to write poems in  the passenger seat of my car, parked in the shade in a cemetery not far,  nary a sound, stories all around, ...

To the  bumbling bee   I obliterated yesterday,    the one who stung me on the heel mercilessly and whose life  I stomped out, an enraged...