The New Prophecy (part one)
In the shadow of the roofline
each blade of grass falls victim to
psychological suggestion.
Look out Santa Monica!
The red grasshoppers nibble at
Leonardo DiCaprio.
Anarchy! Waiter bring
the check! My soup is underneath
a woodland of waves and virtual
comedians who deconstruct
reality for a song and dance.
The patron purchases a trance.
~Son Rivers 2005
WET MORNING
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A cooling summer hokku from a reader in Japan: In morning rain,They have
nothing to say —The crows. David
2 days ago

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