NOTHING INTO NOTHING EQUALS NOTHING
I had three poems
drove four hours
after sleeping only five,
received two friend requests
from total strangers,
and drank one beer
because I was thirsty
and the rest just because.
I am fifty-eight,
soon to be fifty-nine.
God, I hate math.
GARRISON KEILLOR WON’T READ MY POETRY ON PUBLIC RADIO
There are no great truths,
only stray scratches,
a beautiful woman without her top on,
vanishingly small petals of snow.
At any one time, 0.7 percent
of the world’s population is drunk.
And so what if Garrison Keillor won’t
read my poetry on public radio?
It’s filled with words that love each other.