nyaaa nyaa!

Ravens overhead
barrel-roll, cavort and jeer
mocking the earth-bound

paying for it

chair-lifts charge their fees
for the joys of honest sweat
a harlot's bargain

back-country

skiing is like sex:
if you have to pay for it
you're doing it wrong

tuning

What good's a great glide
and a tiny sink rate
if i can't turn it?

windy day

cumuli race past
gone even as they are formed
like our thoughts, or lives

Everybody needs one

Cures your garden woes
or your management headaches
Weasel-On-A-Leash!

lurking

Grotesquely wattled
their bronze plumage shimmering
turkeys prowl my yard

cake-walk

Targets for Snipers
and for every mother's curse
occupying troops

no sex, no foul

Darwin does not weep
over the death of a bee
the hive will survive

earthsuck

Easy routes thwart me
like climbing with a weight-belt
The beer sucks me down

fearless, and gone

Thudding like hailstones
bees splatter on my windshield
Darwin is ruthless

relativism

Phat day at mission.
Not as high as the elk launch,
but huge for Fremont

"Nomad"

Legends of Arthur
played out on the Khazakh steppe
Merlin on horse-back

hostages

fifteen sailors freed
the Iranians sound pleased
What did Blair barter?

crowd management

"Have your IDs out"
fear keeps passengers docile
"turn your head and cough"

routine humiliation

this won't hurt a bit
to make our airflights safer
"turn your head and cough"

plus ca change, plus c'est la meme

Boykin fears Muslims
McCarthy feared communists.
One more red nightmare