...

I said "I love you"

and thought "haven't meant that in years."

Neither one is true.

...

The truth has a gun.

He's taking bets on whether

it's loaded or not.

...

No teeth, just knuckles

hung from gums like mistletoe.

Imagine the kiss.

...

Get on the ground and

let the long arm of the law

repair your hymen.

...

Dragons storm the gates,

demand sacrifices, ask

for pay-phone quarters.

...

A criminal sleeps

in the vault, wanting money

to steal him away.

...

It doesn't hurt, but

what does? Your nerves and spine are

a funny dream's plot.

Execu-jerk

Tactics for winning
available in dark months.
Collect them today.

Supplementary Challenge

Your body will steal
silver metals from your bones.
You must win them back.

Arthritis

Tom blew out his knees
after a lovely dinner.
Tom's knees are candles.

...

The path is empty.
Mercury is retrograde.
Something might happen.

...

Precise clarity
or clear precision? I still
struggles with these, too.

“Ma’am, we’re going to do this one more time, and then I’m going to treat you as though you were not here...”

Dark forest of law;
nameless immigrants vanish,
standing still as trees.

Look at it go

To aid Mexico,
Google expands flu mapping;
iris wilts in spring.

Non-performance-based

Layoffs this morning.
Fall for the leafy shakes of
meritocracy.

Rite now

Spring would understand
if I ran out / the nasal
passages of man

...

The improbable
falsely validates thinking
irrationally.

300 seasons

Enormous apples
odd thoughts, tow trucks, ripe summer
squash you with haiku

...

Again and again
and again and again and
again and again.

Snack Dragon Taco

When Spring stops being
a fickle bitch, we will be
open on Mondays.

...

How much do we know
of each other? Most females
have a clitoris.

Midtown east, lunchtime.

People offended
by rain: rain drops offended
by reflective panes.

Bailout Agency

Branded horoscopes
invite engagement engine,
wizardly finance.

What exactly are you saying?

The words of neighbors:
change flung at facial features.
We have homeless ears.

...

Concerning the church
and technology / questions
a'rise on Sunday.

Finally

It's not what's inside
anymore / than what's outside(?);
it's all between you.

Ghost writer

Paper factories
exhaust more than winter steam;
they eat babies, too.

...

In his Fall garden
heads dangle from bulbs. How did
your father escape?

Internet dating

No one wants to
grow old; date a gentleman
sporting a ball cap.

You're reaching, G.W.

I invent peanut
pills for headaches; I am George
Washington Carver?