CLEAR
it is the cracks and crevices
that one must probe, be eager
to peer into
willing to follow to
whatever logical conclusion
it lead to, even if this
be a crevasse
or deep marine trench
such as some
oceans be renowned for
and here I am
in that liminal space
between parking
lot and Mall
snacking on Sushi
as I stroll towards
a fast food joint
no need
to name them, they are
a household word
and there in a crack in
the new pavement
a leaf green
grasshopper
minus
a few legs getting
swept up
by a broom
same green that be as
the Kawasaki racing green
of my old
cafe racer
motorcycle
such out of
the everyday stuff
not difficult to
spot if
you take
a look. can see
and me
always on the alert for
glitch in the program, mis-
quote
in the subtext
the Zen of the mindful
from
the stupor of
all that is
empty, hide bound and
mindless
razor edge thin, which
is why
we stay clear
poems 2 die for 