Bike ride in the rain

Today the short
grass grew where
sunflowers once stretched
to blue backlit clouds
crested Berryessa whisping
skyward:

There, miles away, where fat anvils scrape the tops of hills, is the luminous mouth to heaven.

Minimun Guidlines

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Cut & Paste

Life is most automatic
after the play
but deadliest
at the height of the pass
&
Death's horrific shimmy
gaining blue-painted
mystery in degrees:

A January day, the heart of modern
Paris, thinking
inside the stereotypes that shadow
and sundance before
the unarmed man, filled with
leather boots, knitted hats, headlines.

Football is life!

There are no metaphors on this field:
The plasticine grass simply is, res ipsa loquitur.
This small victory of yard, 
this pain, these contorted limbs,
Each is the thing itself.

The fight is fruitless, the decisions have no impact
beyond the spectacle.

It is. It happens.
It is not. It fades.
Nothing is left.

Bear Death

the         embrace
compresses
breath pulverizes
ribs,      implodes
the lungs       and
heart in   warmth
fur,         comfort

Bundled Up

At once
in Chicago
on an elevated train platform
above the street the cars clodding
through slush puddles black
with March exhaust pipes and mouths exhale breath smoke
into the crystalled air
above below
at once

How Jay-Z's A&R Rep Got Fired

Hey, Jay. You said you were working on something you wanted to show us?
H to the Izzo, V to the Izzay.
Huh?

For shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in VA.

Dude, what are you talking about?
H to the Izzo.
Yeah, I know.
V to the Izzay.

I heard you the first time. My question is, why are you saying these things?

That’s the anthem.
Let me make sure I'm getting this. You're writing a song based mainly on Pig Latin... and you think people will like it? Jay. People won’t like it. I don’t like it.
Get your damn hands up!

Based on the fact that you are ordering us to enjoy what you are singing, I can pretty much guarantee that this is a bad idea.

H to the Izzo. V to the Izzay.
Repeating it over and over is not making it better. I’m starting to think you’re a hack.
Not guilty.

If you say so.
Yall got to feel me.
There you go losing your temper again. Just drop it. I promise you that ‘H to the izzie, v to the izzie’ is NOT ‘the anthem.’

H to the Izz-O.
Sorry.

V to the Izz-AY.
Whatever.

That’s. The. Anthem.
I have to go. I’ll see you around.
GET YOUR DAMN HANDS UP!