Remember the 1500s when archaeology was a super popular hobby? And the ancient skeletons were thought to be poor William who must have died in a cave from influenza, because who else? And why not make him into fertilizer now. The world was young and the time was steady. I miss those days for their romantic excitement about no one being right about anything, unknowingly.

February full moon

Somewhere the plums

are blooming

Mondays I realize I don't 

have an audience to piss on

so I post in public

The comments compliment

my Safeway donuts

Was going to order flowers 

couldn't find peonies

The more there's none

the less is the compromise

My big wave came

in life's best tradition -

unexpectedly

Washed away the old

split the sea

set me supportedly 

free