Friday, February 5, 2016

Dumb. Smart. Stupid.

They fall, fight, and stumble.
I am afraid to touch his urine-soaked blanket

he says it got wet, he says he'll die
out there
and I look out there.

Losers.  Evicted.  Probate

Nobody cares about the homeless
he says

there is nothing out there
but more 'travelers'
a nice word
on the move
into the hungry shadows
of your own home town.

Thursday, February 4, 2016

Shaniko Winter

I think of Shaiko and the loves I left there.
The frozen sage the wind was my friend.
All the theater seats ripped out-- stored under the eaves
of the once-largest building in all of Oregon
big enough to house my dilemma my indecision
about Shaniko and its location its official position.

Below zero and even somewhere right at--
Shaniko's rusty hinges squeak in the moonlight
all the stars squeaking along in a woolly chorus.

Wednesday, February 3, 2016

Tuesday, February 2, 2016

Lake District

Exclusive to some depending
a destination thousands
years ago--the way home
again we visit and wonder
how we got this far.

Sunday, January 31, 2016

Robots Like

my posts.  Do you also travel
the road to the burnt places
on horseback no use
riding riding to tell them
a sanity nobody would commit--

opportunity robots.  Rise up!  Stop the mouse.
Expose shadows under the brush
moving along getting along.

Saturday, January 30, 2016


Let's settle it with a round of horse shoes.
Let's see who wins the iron round in the dust
remembering the short pitch and the long
forgetting metal fencing barbed wire barbecue
is on the menu at this time please pass the catsup.
The wind is picking up out in lonelyland.
If I had it I would bottle it and sell it sell it good
even to the lowest bidder the squeaky wheel
squeaking on into town a town called Burns.

Friday, January 29, 2016

All Roads Lead To Burns

Road rage at the refuge
giving the birds
the BLM
the birdy

they deserve
all roads leading
I'm afraid