a groaning mid-afternoon loss of Thou



beginning to suspect he's not the target audience



before expulsion
a bit 
of the Pater Noster



 'don't write that down...you're the only one 
who doesn't know it'
 


discovering another Jovian moon in the ice cream truck's jingle



when children are eating the wild grasses



scent of crushed sage off the bare shoulders of a stranger



above the skeevy gas-station urinal 
a tally-ho senryu



when the lime-green hummingbird thrummed in the air between us



before Les Mots
I could play Wipe Out
on the surface of the sun



Milarepa...
when she says
'rebuild over there'