Everything has a credo
mine's elation
yours indian summer
theirs is We can’t get lost here
A water flea
can’t finish a human meal
humans can't stomach raw meat.
I once hallucinated to a red
alarm clock and a body
with toothpicks for bones.
Even then, words were useless.
A glance is majestic.
The tropics frenetic
whether foreign or old.
Typhoid is cured
reads the headline
thank god humanity's saved.
I once knew a man
slipped (sure footed)
backward into Canada
froze to a crawl
realized there weren’t enough
tokens for Yukon,
warm, golden.