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These poems are the most-often viewed, according to my web statistics over the year 2011 (only slightly changed from the 2010 list). Each title links to the poem’s standalone page, where there is often more information.
Now, what does a seahorse use for a rocking chair?
It could just rock in its place—but that’s pretty boring, Especially if we want to be clever now. So let’s invent one! And give it sprockets—or maybe... Hydraulic! Of course! And powered by ocean currents, Using vanes that go round—and weights for the rocking! Wow! That’s an invention! We could earn cash like water! Hey, I’ll write to the Patent Office, if only You will do up those drawings they always want. February 1986
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder who you are, Up above the world as far As the driver of a car. July 1991
Itsy, Bitsy, Tiny and Few,
We have a nuclear weapon or two. Itsy, Bitsy, Tiny and Free, If you are cowed you’ll listen to me. What do you get when you conquer the Earth? Way too much cash and a sense of self-worth. How do you act when you’re such a fat cat? Who do you think’s at fault for that? Always the United States. Itsy, Bitsy, Tiny and Bomb, Give us the cash and you can stay calm. You will starve in poverty too Just like Itsy, Bitsy, Teeny, Tiny and Few. December 2003
Some say the world will end in trash,
Some say in spam. From what I’ve seen of spending cash, I think I have to favor trash. But if there is a traffic jam As alternate demises clash, Then which one will claim the blame, Piles of junk or piles of scam? It’s all the same. February 2005
Lunch comes in at the mouth,
And weight goes onto the thighs, And all we learned in our youth Is hatred of exercise. I lift my fork to my mouth, While reaching for the fries. December 2005
nothing depends
upon a red seal blaring phrases of high terror on the blue website September 2006
If ever the ships come to break our clan
And carry you away, Remember your first days: You had to learn The strength in gales, The long work carved from the long sky in rain. Remember the storm season when your mind Grasped the words for how We kept tight the new ice knives, and how we turned Their shavings out. We held such words that the whole clan is bound. Cut from your brain, cut with sharpened ice The hours you wept for home Or threatened to call lightning down from space. If you must go, Teach Earth truly the two worlds are close. September 2007
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