Tantamount
But my disdain is tantamount
to a horse-drawn carriage
running over your left foot
while you are wearing Crocs
and trying to balance a
cocktail umbrella on the tip
of your broken finger
Unfettered Malaise
Walking through life in a slight haze
waiting for the rusted anvil to drop
and expecting that stop sign to bend
is a feeling of unfettered malaise
Making Copies
Look in the trash can
over at the edge of
the parking lot and you
will find the remnants
of me making copies
Time Fluffs the Butterfly
A rhythmic display of time and space
intertwined with butterfly wings
looking like a parachuter's eyes
through the fear in their goggles