war chest

just park that jet on grandma.

put the tank in the library.

let’s store these grenades in that school.

drive that humvee over to the junk heap.

there’s a pond for that naval vessel.

this prison will go great with our dog pen.

course you can fly your drones where you’d like.

barbed wire? there’s more back in the baby’s crib,

she don’t mind. she’s little.





rock up to

bald head


listening to

shushed moving

water with

old hardly working

rock ears.

too long listening

and people keep

bringing dynamite.

better underwater

than outer space

or in magma. rock knows!

sun beams are warm

on rock and water

is good. ‘nice place,

earth,’ say rock.