There’s no pressed duck here
There’s no pressed duck here
Using the entire bird
Scares Americans
There’s no pressed duck here
Using the entire bird
Scares Americans
@ T.V. I’m king
Break a path to the river
Dwarfed by the fir trees.
The river’s chuckle
Masked by the elk in the slough
Compete – neither win.
Snoqualmie’s currents
Wash my feet of scent & sense
I am my own priest.
Cats head-butt for love
Pull the strokes right out of you
Then leave to hunt mice.
Dim fireflies glow
In small Internet cafes
Anti-mating lights.
This isn’t haiku
Those need to have a point, right?
This, sadly, doesn’t