Copiapo, Chile

I think of these men, alone in the dark,
feeling privileged that I can see the stars just by looking up,
that my water pours freely from a pewter faucet,
that my spiritual peace stems from the winner of "Project Runway."

And even unhinged jealousy swells,
that these workers never earned their celebrity;
they earn $1 an hour,
and Anderson Cooper praises them,
simply for living.

love

As I wander through my life,
I wonder if I'll find a wife!

Thought for Food

my mind is overpopulated
with thought bubbles which
launch,
stretch,
thin,
and pop
into perfection
into production
or obscurity,
becoming a thin film of
cognitive ability floating
to the floor in a sticky mess.
mopped up and run down the drain,
some become the pipe-dwellers' breakfast