yet another strange dream
saltines had come to life
and were milling about the
kitchen counter top with
tiny signs clutched in their
newly-sprouted hands and
upon closer magnified inspection
it was revealed that the placards
bore hateful, racist, homophobic
diatribe (much of it misspelled)

what was one to do?

calmly threw them into
a bowl of tomato bisque
and ate them

i think this means something...

pub vignettes

a cornucopia of human beings tonight
young lovers
old lovers
straight, gay and otherwise
lovers
multi-racial, ethnic, generational gatherings
drunken jocks working on a third pitcher
deriding stoners with the munchies
as a plate of nachos disappears with gusto
rivers of beer
mountains of food
warm desert air
as the planet spins
and the sun lights someplace else...