I keep pressing ESC,
but there is nothing to escape to
or from
just a potent form of the benign

My little friend has already become adept
at repairing his master's psyche,
sleepily positioning himself in that cavity
where too many times I have divided by zero.

Perched atop the tall cedar, Peter the squirrel spent the better part of the evening coming to terms with his own smallness. He envisioned himself feeding at the mouth of life's cornucopia with less understanding than a suckling child.

"But I am sure that you would know all about that," Janet replies, smiling, in a voice as soft and pleasant as ever. The comment was surprising, a cold draft around the ankles from some forgotten depth. Perhaps it was a rebuttal for some earlier misdeed, or response from my own opinion.

Amber pods and dog bones...

it sounds sorta like a poem
but it isn't

just a list of mundane chores
rattling around in my head
trying to cling to some higher purpose
wedged between
remembering where i put my phone,
wondering why the music stopped,
and worrying about whether I spent too much on Ebay yesterday

amber pods and dog bones...
what does it even mean???

oh yeah, amber pods and dog bones,
i remember.