Trail Mix

What can be done with this

Melange of motives

The salty

Sweet

The mesquite

I have my favorites

But the unsavory

Tang

Sneaks into everything

Every taste

Every thought

Every deed

On the Fence

The sparrow rests

Aware of

Swelling

Blackening clouds

The Coke can flips from it's post

Perch

Spinning toward a shroud of

Eminent grass

Another gust will warn the

Clinging cricket

Who will leave the

Rail

In favor of the tented

Thicket

Even dust claims

On the wood will

Soon be washed into the

Ground

Nothing

Can stay on the fence when

Facing such a

Storm

Love Sings

And what rare troubadour

Creates the

Harmony

Hope inks

The map with its own

Hand

That brings him across

The sea

Who is this captain

Militant

Who'll burn his ships and

Bridges

Who sees the

Fingerprint of

God

While high atop its

Ridges

'Tis

Faith

Archeology

It's amazing

What can be built out of a few

Artifacts

Everyone needs a place to come home to

Stories to flesh out the

Weathered bones

The comfort of cataloging

Shards

What's the chance of finding meaning

In the cut and fill

The future in the past or

Love among the ruins

What promise keeps our feet

Anchored in the dig

It's a strange way to excavate

Redemption

Meme's the Word

Why you gotta be so meme?

Like meme and apple pie

He's just not that into meme

I've got a meme and I

Know how to use it

Live and let meme

Give meme a chance

No visible memes of support

The million meme march

I'm the meme of the world

You got some meme to say?

Cool memes

Memes be like...

Calgon, take meme away

Universal meme care

All's well that memes well

Your fifteen minutes of meme

One meme to rule them all

There is no “I” in “meme”

Let's put memes on the ground

Memes of endearment

The meme generation

By any memes necessary

I have low meme esteem

I want my meme TV

10,000 memes to master anything

I support rights for memes

Eat organic memes and rice

“One small meme for man...”

This is the meme-ing of life

Somewhere

A mother died

The bomb ripped through the oblique

Wall of foreign policy

Her eulogy

In less than ninety characters

As a matter of fact

Between the ice storm and the

Long-stemmed rose shortage

The same black on gray font

The same margins and spaces

The same twenty-six letters

The ink fades like our page-thin

Solicitude

Never

...give your frog a boat

He won't know how to make it float

He'd stare at it with froggy eyes

Then trade it for a bag of flies

Never give your mouse a car

He'll leave the driver's door ajar

'Til all his mousy friends and kin

Bring all their kids and move right in

Never give your bird a plane

The neighbors surely would complain

When, instead of tweets at four

They're wakened by a startling roar

And never, ever, for the world

Give your pig a string of pearls

For piggy pigs won't just make do

She'll want a set of earrings too