Something I’m working on

This poem is a lite-brite

This poem is a dried oak leaf

This poem has always wanted to meet the B-52s

This poem is seated at the feet of the Dalai Lama

This poem is a spirograph

This poem likes the Beatles about the same as the Stones

This poem thanks Joe Brainard

This poem wants to make sure that you know Joe died of AIDS-related pneumonia

This poem is a chinchilla

This poem worries far too much

This poem has nothing to do with me

This poem has no sense of irony

This poem is a whale shark transforming

This poem doesn’t care what you think

This poem is a soothsayer

This poem is done with bullshit

This poem has more windows than doors

This poem is a piece of sea glass

This poem has no room for ego

This poem misses the coast

This poem meets cats in the middle of the night

This poem may have dementia

This poem collects runoff

This poem sleeps better than I do

This poem still believes recycling matters

This poem knows how to make good bagels

This poem is off to the races

This poem doesn’t give a rat’s ass

This poem is an egg cream

This poem might be allergic to mosquitoes

This poem awaits the results of the test

This poem counts its blessings

This poem hangs out with Michael McClure’s ghost

This poem is a frozen banana

This poem is shedding

This poem has its roots showing

This poem is a leaning house full of lath and plaster

This poem thinks in shapes

This poem has good bones

This poem has a long tail

This poem won’t take that copay lightly

This poem started on a placemat

This poem watches sliding glass doors

This poem thinks forgiveness might be over-rated

This poem is framed 

This poem dreams of being an elevator

This poem stacks the deck

This poem will never stop missing Audre Lorde

This poem won’t take no for an answer

This poem seeks repatriation

This poem is a rainbow across the street

This poem is locked open

This poem spray painted WAR on a stop sign

This poem is a microchip

This poem prefers thin noodles

This poem paints with a palette knife 

This poem scans for clues