out of the ground (20220419)

the worms don't give a shit
about getting stepped on
until after it happens

trying to escape drowning
they undulate across asphalt
from soaked grass and wet clay
only to exhaust themselves
in puddles
be picked off by the robins
who strut around like easy
pickings are a testament to their
hunting prowess
or dry out as crispy rings
stranded in the heat
too far from the moist earth
but safe from drowning at last

today the sun was out
this is not an allegory

today the sky was blue
and the clouds were puffy and white
this is not a metaphor

today the grass was green
and i avoided being a worm
and i avoided being the foot that steps on worms

the housing market (20220414)

snails are rare here

they were everywhere
in southern california
especially after a good rain
they'd exit flower beds
and rock gardens
meet up on the sidewalk
to discuss the imminent
end of the world

here it is slugs
banana, leopard,
dark black ones like oozing wet
chocolate caramels

i find a snail on the driveway
carrying his refuge
his defenses
on his back

or maybe his burden is light

he takes a trip to the grass
just in case the robins are interested
in entertaining a guest at breakfast

i look for him later
but I do not see him
a trail of glistening nail snot
he has taken his house and moved on
without so much as a "for sale" sign

white noise (20220411)

suppose that the buzzing is not tinnitus
neuronal demyelination
damaged blood vessels
psychosomatic or finger jammed in too far
earbuds too tight
music too loud
suppose it is
a bee
a hummingbird
the susurration of leaves
the slippery hiss of sea foam
too much of everything all the time
but in a good way
a baby waking up
the whisper of the universe
coming into being every time
your eyes open