everyday with their chance anew –
dreams of getting there –
ballsy, pretentious –
World Cup flags
A bird flew through
the mind of Christ
and came in search of me.
I ducked in my hole
and peeked through the sticks
to see if he could see.
Selfie
If you let the mind go
It becomes a sea to sail on
Thin(k) man
Paul’s plaint
I have a bitter spot,
a little burn lodged
in my side
still smoking
That microfiber we call sanity
Should a fly alight
and rest there awhile,
then we might know
how fine a fiber it is.
Stripes
We joined our life in June
You opened the gate.
I brought the first box.
You unpacked.
I cut the grass.
Together we plucked and weeded.
That was it,
the all of it:
soil and grass,
new pine and new paint.
Did anything ever
smell so fresh?
Utrecht Journal 