cereus (for pam)

                                                                blooms

                                                              one sunset

                                                            five years later

                                                                 delicate

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                                                          gravity defying

                                                            blossom

                                                          as big and

                                                         as quick as

                                                          a bruise

 zonko

ThistleGetYou? (for Cezanne & Linda Jane)

Hearty beasts, thisles,
with the will of iron,
as if they'd spent centuries
shrunken into their microenvelopes
crossing whole solar systems


intent on that lonnnng 
drink of dirt they'll have
soon as they get to your garden
their cohorts thinking similarly
on the same solar winds.
biodefenders?
come from alpha centauri?
to root, acclimatize,
return to their mature stature
(near the size of homo sapiens!);
keeping vigil
to defend the endangered potatoes,
tortured, maimed and boiled potatoes
to extract blood sacrifice,
interstellar justice
for the voracious tubervores


awaiting the blood of the gardener
anticipating
the throbbing heartbeat of the potato eater
sure to be there by twilight

zonko

Death's Door Is Wide

 

maybe they'll kill you
two or three times
stab you, drown you,
run you over
and give you a job
before you make it
to death's dirtcovered
dooooorrrrrwwwway


zen what?
zen you is delicious!
at long last you made it!
you're on the menu
for the worms

zonko

untruth untongued . have tungue will babble . peerless teutongued . tonglued up in goo

it took me a week more to move out than i wanted it to but moving must have been what zeno was up to when he couldn't get those arrows to reach the target i'd still be packing if it wasn't for my little boy, Matt came, he packed, he loaded with a bit of help from Cornelius and today finally i've got the plywood for my bed and the rug and my bagel tray (which doesn't fit in

this oven, darn darn) Dave drove me home i labeled soap for Colleen this afternoon after cleaning up at ford cove and visiting the recycling depot i don't envision myself here for long, i'll probably housesit for mary and gordon until christmas, then maybe i'll be moving into the judge's place loren, i like her,

i'm not sure if i'd have to live the interrupted life (out in

summer?) but that might be incentive to travel, orvieto

here i come.  or if

i could just drop dead in time for summer, do you think life gets easier when you're dead? do you think the dead are spared gravity or quadrupled gravity?

(from a letter from) zonko