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advisory on language

if you say too much

you're a crashing bore

if you're laconic

she accuses you of being

cryptic

thus I tremble 

on the razor's edge

between logorrhea

and silence

if I open my wounds

bawl my desires

in short, make a

bloody fool of myself

then in the morning

with that cruel 

interrogator's smile

she snaps shut her notebook

and departs

owl collection

the sun slants west
layer of dust and feathers
on collection room floor

count again --
thirty-seven specimens
bent wings, bedraggled

an obvious pattern
prime number
no duplicates here

owls dancing
in the marketplace
wide-eyed and frenzied

the internets are slow this morning

the internets are slow this morning

and I'm in a bluesy mood

is it just my imagination

or have I finally lost my mind?

uploading, downloading

pack it all into the tubes

multitask the rubes from

Kentucky, the nudes from

Middle Earth, wherever, the

Gujaratis are getting restless

Sarah Palin's hamster is

doing new tricks on the youtubes

tweak them mothers,

tweak em, baby, zoom

I'm in another room

I'm in Lower Merion, kaboom

watching inappropriate behavior

in some kid's bedroom

the global village is such a drag

extrusion of my nervous system

see -- my nerves are on the outside

my feelings, MY feelings are flayed

displayed, for the universe to

fathom, it's deep,

the post office

is in trouble again, no surprise

sometimes I blame Andy Warhol

sometimes I blame Andy Warhol

sometimes I blame Andy Warhol

cause Sarah Palin's writing a book again

is it just my imagination

or have I finally lost my mind

whatevs, such a downer

I yield the balance of my time

magic markers

at the little shop in Kobe
I buy colored markers
the fat Uni Posca's
the slim Mitsubishi Propus 2's

I take them home
and color mandalas
in a thick book
staying within the lines