I want to

Give you my thanks

do what you do with it

use it to praise yourself

humble yourself

accept yourself

think you are better than me


it’s all yours now.

Thanksgiving II

I want to

Give you my thanks

Take it and

cherish it

Let it blossom

in fertile souls

watch it give birth

to full bodied trees

in wisdom of eternity

treasure it as –

I forgot to leave any

For me.

Thanksgiving III


I want to

Give you my thanks

Take it and

pass it on

to somebody more hungry

someone more needy

use it to find

something left unthanked

something the thankers

and the thinkers and the thanked

had forgotten – they are all

full of it.

Thanksgiving IV


I want to

Give you my thanks

Take it and –

Yes, I said you

you the fairies and you the stars

you the oceans and you the clouds

you the angels and you the saints

you the dirt and you the grass

you the flowers and you the bees

you the simple and you the lost

take it to you

thank you.


This game is too complicated to play.
and the rules cannot be counted.
Moving on the fly and changing by whim.
and money is not the answer.
Now we know we were playing at the wrong one,
and about the players we know nothing.
Words and principles try to stand out
and they block other permutations
Why would anyone keep score
and do tombstones allow scrabble pieces.



After the war
After making love
After the question
After the world

Here lies the body
Of creative wants
Interred reluctantly
By various needs.

Thoughts un-felt.
Feelings un-said.
Words un-thought.
Wants un-needed.

Six feet under
creative disintegration
springs imagination
on chaotic associations


The empty diary page lies: the truth is told by google search history.

Following us all day, we follow it and it follows us.

Getting to empty, spending all that fuel, spinning it into a story.

Combining the full and the empty, the word and the breaking space.

A prayer for parking space

Master of all space and time,

Lead me to a space in due time

First mover who dwells in sacred peace,

let my motorized mover find rest.


O he who led the Israelites in the desert

To forty-two spaces of rest

Show me one dear space

Let me not wander for forty years in vain.


O he who released his people from bondage

Let the space be a legal one

And let us not be hindered by alternate side days

Or surprise tickets handed out by men in blue.


O he who contracted his everlasting light

To make space for all being

Let the automobiles on the sides contract

To make space for my humble vehicle.


Keep us from scratches and from dents

Save us from crashes and from bumps

Show us your ways and let us ascent