Aboard the packed train,
pushy women engineer
rude interruption.

Watching the debate,
grumble grumble politics.
Baseball anyone?

Man in the mirror,
examine yourself closely.
Take care of yourself.

Battery-powered
wind whips leaves across the wet
slabs of gray concrete.

Leftover cheesecake
raises dozens of red flags.
What is wrong with it?

What desperation
prompts a poor woman to trade
food stamps for money?

Nestled in my ears,
smooth black buds produce magic
sounds of the divine.

Sit back and relax.
The dentist will be with you
soon to scrape your mouth.

Friday afternoon
traffic clogs the expressway.
Vehicles stand still.

Gizmo the Gremlin
sleeps in a dark, padded box
devoid of all crumbs.