International House of Pancake House

Dead cans spray a house of waffles
Which, slowly sinking into buttered lake
Becomes a wraith that sucks soulward, and heavy.

Being dreaded fully gives germs lucidity to run -
But hot buttered souls still stick in waffle-sun.

For JMV

deft-flecker
you usher of tones;
paint must grow in wells
between your toes.

Mr. Underhatch

Dropping down in underhatch
Slick wrist shakes
Smoky subterraneum
Blackened by fire
Enslaved
Your wet heat bubbles broth
Frothing forth
In streams that fill buckets
And overflowing

Wonder-Life

It is one of the wonders of human existence that there are some thoughts that cannot be finished in a lifetime, and that interpretation is an ongoing happening that lasts just this long.

Thought

Grasping clear handles underwater
Your mind wavers like uncertain sunlight-

Weight of Expectation

Weight of expectation
Leaning forward;
Homogeneous culture inclined
Technologically introverted
Machine-fed
Calculus commando
Suburban cyborg
Adaptable in microseconds
They will invent new measurements to keep pace with us.