Is George W. really,
doing his,
Best?

Maybe it's time to
Give him a,
Rest.

Before he makes,
A bigger,
Mess.

America, may God,
give you a,
Bless.

1959 Rambler fender. Trinidad, CA

Where did you go?
Are you ever coming back?
I feel all alone,
That's a gosh darn fact.

The time we spent together,
Makes me feel blessed.
If I stop hoping you'll return,
Will I feel less stressed?

Fluffy dog in car. Trinidad, CA

What would life,
Be like without,
the letter "F"?
I mean I couldn't,
Even say,
My own name, Je__.

This thought is,
Strange,
Near inconceivable.
Said another way,
UCKING
Unbelievable.

This poem,
You make think,
Doth suck.
To that I say,
"I don't,
Give an UCK?"

Dog with _lu__y sweater. Palm Springs, CA

How sublime,
To look at someone,
You know,
For the very first time.

The experience has,
Untold wealth,
When that someone is,
You; your self.

Lamb. Petaluma, CA

How long, a piece of string?
Why is the sky blue?
Is a forest where a bear,
Really has a poo?

Answers to these queries,
I have not a clue.
Though my quest to find out,
Keeps me in doo-doo.

I need simply accept,
A brilliant sky new.
Cause it accepts me.
Wow! Who knew?

Blue sky and driftwood. Trinidad, CA

Blossoms,
Sweeten life.
This is what,
I've found.

Then again,
I could be wrong,
And it's the,
Other way round.

Lilac blossom. Arcata, CA.

Often it seems,
We walk alone,
All by ourselves,
All on our own.

But next to where,
Our feet land,
There's another pair,
In that sand.

So when the pain,
Is too much to stand,
Just reach out,
And grab their hand.

A guardian angel?
Or lost loved one?
Does it matter when,
All's said 'n done?


Feet in sand. Trinidad Bay, CA

Sometimes,
I wanna fly.
Sometimes,
Just sit.

Sometimes
I really care,
Sometimes,
Don't give a shit.

Sometimes
My poems have wit,
Sometimes,
Void of it.


Sitting gull. Morro Bay, CA

There's
Nothing
I crave
More,
Than to
See
My son,
Soar.

Bronze dolphins. Malibu, CA

Your fate:
In tea leaves,
At the bottom,
Of a cup?

When we,
Kick the bucket,
Is it just,
Dumb Luck?

Answers,
Await,
When your,
Number's up.


Airstream #9645. Petaluma, CA

It's Tuesday,
And really,
I ain't got,
Much to say.

So here's,
A red circle,
With a,
Blue "A"

Airstream logo. Petaluma, CA

It's ever so nifty,
Screwin' in a F150.
Or turning 'er over,
In a Land Rover.

Loving's so fine,
In an Econoline,
Can't get enuf,
in a Ram tough.

But nothing's so sweet,
It just can't be beat.
When she's bent ova,
In a Dodge Dakota.

Ford truck. Petaluma, CA

Locked in,
A psych ward,
Outta,
Me gourd.
Wantin to,
Wrap,
Me neck,
Wid a cord.

Goin' to,
"Group."
Praying:
Please, Lord,
Bring me,
Salvation.
And...
An old Ford.

Ford truck emblem. Santa Rosa, CA

5:57 AM,
The day new,
Atop a hill,
In Malibu.

Corral Canyon. Malibu, CA