raccoon (dogs)

chased out of China 

they made it West in shipping containers

up the deep water channel

into our city

the artful ones escaped the ports

dodged cars into yards

only to face their distant cousin

the American raccoon

who welcomed them 

with gnashing teeth

to living hell



all the coffee in the world 

could not dislodge your personality

you needed someone to talk to about it but you did not want to

and so the world learned to live

with you


three years on

pain has many flavors

in the spine it’s like cayenne simmered in a chamomile bath

three years on it’s still hard to relax

the pandemic almost buried us all

now i take my key 

striking out to see friends


press mute

there’s nothing like the sound

of early birds of spring 

you gotta mute the commercials

to really understand


even steven

they don’t really know what they
are doing

forgot all the things you said
to help them understand

the sun will shine again
your honey will love you
through anything

and when you put on your uniform
and go to work

all will even out
like cream stirred into


don’t know where or why or how

we broke off into cliques

saturated in our societal relations


writing off half 

the damn world

i became an individual again

somewhere i don’t know how or why 

without closure 


looking in


go fish

back home 

staining they sketchpads with inks

up all night alone they would not buy the lies for free

misfit friends in they head. loner celebration

extinguished the tv and touched the room with radio

they cast they line 

deep and trolled for broken




our senses gone

an unbroken dawn 

cracks and poaches its whites by the sea

the folding of time into the sun and elements 

overexposed the same

no one to blame 

adventure magnificent and tragic 

we will never love like that 




the last light 

of an abbreviated month 

appeared in rain 

falling like whispers  
from the sky 


opposing voices

be super

be sweet

no one else can

be you

be quiet

wake up

you’re lazy

you can’t