Fukiya

Love your work, but

have you ever read: 

The Iliad?

The Divine Comedy?

The Golden Ratio?

The field guide to birds - Arizona & New Mexico;

Fermat’s Enigma?

The Wise Heart?

Pain Free by Peter Egoscue?

The Wild Iris?

Anything by Basho?

B.F.M.

Gathering Material

Each morning I hang

yellow sticky fly traps

hoping to catch a few

and write down their

last dying breaths.

B.F.M.

All the Pretty Girls

In a mountain college town,

I, the elder, pose 

in a coffee shop,

a cliche scribbling 

notes for Mr. Poem.

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Tipping Dominos

Losing morning after morning,

hermetically sealed inside a

windowed room 

crowded 

with ten foot wooden ladders

he rants his Poet-ness

atop a 

plastic footstool.

B.F.M.

Before

scribblings. a look in my notebook; the birthing of a poem.
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Click here to see after.

Advertising : Poet Laureate

If I hold my spectacles
in my right hand, placing
one of its hinged arms
in the right corner of my mouth
like the posing Billy Collins
on the back flap of 
Horoscopes for the Dead
will I too once have been
the Poet Laureate?


B.F.M.