Nature sure is pretty,
but who's got the time.

I'll take up watercolors
after I retire.

After Phone Sex
you feel extra lonely
while you're cleaning up the mess

My father has died.

The lake is a riot of whitecaps,
hummingbird wings grow still
and the trees lie down,
rigid and scared.

The inside of the banana
really talks down to the peel
until a silent movie comes on.

It's not plagiarism, jerk!

We're just the same,
except I'm rich.

The Brooklyn brownstones stand
elbow to elbow
as workers on a factory line
producing an endless stream of stoic babies
in imported Swedish hats.

It's that third cup of coffee
that makes my insides feel
like old beef jerky
in a trucker's sweaty hand
on a midnight run.