ticks to tocks

how does a tick turn into a tock
forty-three thousand two hundred times a day?
does it know how to walk, talk, learn, laugh, and leap,
or does it only know not to stay?

is it the gears within, grinding with grit
or the pendulum’s beautiful sway?
is it the springs that are sprung, abruptly undone
that kick the seconds away?

is time just a thought, on the surface of naught
and the clock just a rhythmic display?
a heartless dimension, one of invention
no care for the world at bay

or is every tick that makes it to tock
a reminder that life if okay?


tale of two toads

where’s tad the toad?
i haven’t seen him in weeks
he left some food on the stove
and now his kitchen reeks

i checked all his logs
not a trace of dear tad
if he doesn’t turn up
no joy can be had

a call to miss lily
surely she’s seen tad
but she’s missing too
and empty is her pad

a stop at the school
where tad tends to study
no sign of the guy
where is my buddy?

a stroll by the farm
where lily likes to play
but empty is the place
minus eight bales of hay

last stop’s the swamp
where the two tend to roam
and what do you know
two toads in the loam


my pet alpaca likes gumdrops
especially the ones with lots of extra sugar crystals
and double extra especially the green ones

to him, the sound they make when they hit the floor
is like a parade of exuberance
amplified by the sense of nothing else matters

that gummy gel glistens bright on the dusty floor
like khufu at high noon
or the luxor on saturday night

his hooves take a spin and head lurches forward
as his trunk tries to keep up

his bubble gum tongue rolls out like tape
coated in anticipatory glue

his thick white fleece flows in the air
as he arrives and gobbles it up

wire talk

we send notes over wires all day
sometimes the notes dash through the air
and phew we can read them from our palm

our pockets buzz with new notes
sometimes the notes are from strangers
who want us to give them money for who knows what

remember the fax?
how magical that a note could teleport like that

it’s nice when we can send one note to many people
except for when we do it by accident
that video of cats falling off tables was not for you

i always sign my notes with my name or my initials
i dont even know why i sign the notes at all
the machine says they’re from me

it’s nice to be able to ignore notes when i want
although that feels weird
you wouldn’t do that in person

good nature

the wind whispers, and the meadows listen
the trees croak, and the stream glistens
songbirds play a tune, and the old man whistles fondly

the sun glares high while the shadows fade
tall grass waves at the hills
the buzz of cicadas cuts through the humid air

the woodpecker’s knock fades to a tap
the breeze turns chill
the sun simmers with violety glow

the trees breathe a sigh
the stars, a dim lit sky
night laid bare with no moon

rest well, good nature

parrot blabber

hello! please sorry my english
i’m a parrot of many few words
just simple ones to go by here now
are you give me your papaya?

please forgive my clumse
i also wobble a lot
i grew on ships as a tot, hello!
the seawaves still give me sick
ohh noo. what was i say?

please forgiven my words
i learned english from a seal
he taught many few words to me
and was much better good at art

so i beg this pardon for me now
do excuse my tongue, hello!
i’m a parrot of many few words
and i need your papaya to eat


may i please borrow some bosons?

because without particulate matter i am dead
in fact i will cease to be
my mind will be clear and my spirit quite free
but the world will be minus a fred

i don’t need that many, but i do need a few
just a handful perhaps, how ’bout three?
one to laugh, another to sing,
and third so i can ask all the questions i ask all the time to everyone i see wherever i am

that will complete what is me.