Red and white balloons
bunch together in bunches.
Breathe the helium.

At twelve years of age,
he knows simply everything
about everything.

The shy projector
protects its weary lightbulbs
against PowerPoint.

By blowing on twigs,
we will eventually
get this fire started.

Dozens of dresses
fall by the wayside. She wants…
fancy first day clothes.

Walking in circles
around a sunny green park;
around and around.

My jerking right leg
constructs an awful bad beat
devoid of all rhythm.

Mister stumble man
wobbles down the street, staring
blank into windows.

Tiny pineapple
chunks float in sweetened liquid.
How does this taste good?

Disturbing daylight
sneaks ghostly gray images
through my closed eyelids.