HEY, AL GORE, LAY OFF THE CHEESEBURGERS: Apparently I can feel a little less guilty 'bout driving my big car, given that I haven't eaten any beef in about eight years or so.

ALWAYS LOOK ON THE BRIGHT SIDE OF DEATH: I was musing on procrastination and deadline anxiety and the like this morning...when this little poem occurred to me:

ON PROCRASTINATING
One thing I do not have
to worry about
finishing:

Life.

AND ANOTHER: I think I keep writing the same poem over and over again, just with different words.

CLARITY

Somewhere shortly after
my grave moments
when I crawl out from under
the blues I see
the lows do rise
just like the highs
subside.

WHEN IN DOUBT, WRITE POETRY: Nothing like a one-off, shrunken poem to jumpstart posting here again. So...

BALANCING

I am
most happy
in the company of souls
who are heart-

broken all
the time, their lips
pulled back so
you can't tell
the difference between
a wince and a grin.