⅔ of 20 Questions

vascular green;
seeding, rooting, oxygenating
chlorophyll foodstuff. Eukaryotic movers:
breathing, metabolizing, reproducing
heterotrophic, chambered

Inorganic Chemistry with a Twist

bloodless black;
killing, sleeping, resting
casket earth. Womb light:
awakening, rising, beholding;
viable current

Capping the Middle-Ground

reflective blank;
contrasting, inviting, defining
photon noise. Aether grave:
expanding, swallowing, erasing;
mysterious stoic

Sensation of Floating in Spacetime

perpendicular Cartesian;
unending, framing, curving—
breathing room. Interval dimension:
sequencing, ticking, flowing
progressive, indefinite

Red Panda


Waddling down from the
temperate firs netted with
red-brown moss, the red
bear-cat outfoxes the snow
leopard tracking the cuteness.

From foothill forests
of the Himalayan range,
pandas eat bamboo,
the reason for the false thumb:
convergent evolution,

like giant pandas
of no close relationship;
just the same food source.
The Himalayan Mountains
plowed by crashing India,

tall as gravity
allows: a postcard bleakness
frames the red panda,
a musteloid related
to weasels, skunks and raccoons.


The Planets


The pipsqueak planet
is elusive in the sky,
fleeting with his wings;
fading into the sun’s glare—
a trickster at dusk and dawn.


The star-shine planet
rivals the glow of full moon;
beautiful sister
veiled in feminine mystique:
bewitching and seductive.


The ocean planet,
bright blue-green with swirls of white,
dances with one moon;
one of the four elements:
the biosphere brings forth life.


The bloody planet
with canals and ice-capped poles,
(miraculous birth),
marches through the cold valley
with two prisoners of war.


The giant planet
of striated bands storming,
heavenly father
journeys out: a frozen star
calming the sky for orbits.


The planet of rings–
and shepherding satellites
that furrow the ice–
bedazzles the leaden sky:
ushering the Golden Age.


The sideways planet
of icy green formlessness
broods far from the sun—
celestial grandfather
surrounded by tempest moons.


The planet of winds
that howl within blizzards blue:
the hooves of horses
splash the mystical waters;
shadows race on seas below.


There once was dupe called Trump
who really liked showing his rump.
With rhetoric absurd
and ideas like a turd,
still people voted for that chump.

To the angry whites, he threw chum:
frenzy in the waters of dumb.
Now political hacks
with alternative facts,
is what the White House has become.

Indeed the President is an idiot
in place without the votes of the myriad.
He will build the big wall,
’Cause his penis isn’t small:
it’s the largest one ever—period !

The Donald is foul in his mockery
of the American people’s democracy.
To put it in plain clothes,
what they want to impose
is a robust Christian theocracy.

But Trumpy isn’t finished just yet,
installing cronies in his cabalnet:
what, with climate-change deniers
and alt-right, Caucasian deifiers—
the swamp grows as he shovels more [codswallop].