don’t be daft.
Great earthlings
and tiny space beings
Run the biosphere together
Endorphins policed
for traumatized
equivalents.
The perspective of the Roshi
suggests
A first transmission
“Rejoice not in a long-neck clam”
Nature’s open syllable
Sounding like it’s here underwater
Mimesis
You can’t herd memories compelled
from shore to shore
for profit
Never again
a dry martini
in the garden
Take the odds
spooning
pays off
