Friday, June 6, 2025

Don Kingfisher Campbell

I love to sniff the world


 
I put my nose to the ground
There I have found the odors
I seek in my day's existence

I need to whiff the concrete
Looking for traces of you
Where you last did pee

I usually detect you around
Clumps of grass smelling
Much like what came out

Then I am compelled to
Take a nibble of remnants
You left behind for me

My master doesn't approve
But understands it's my
Nature to take and give 

Something for you too
To Inhale my sweetness
Exited from the same hole

The universal messages
We send to each other
Just to say I think of you

Even though we haven't 
Met I know you smell so
Good you inspire me






How Can a World

with a warm and brilliant sunrise
with a sun shaped floor heater
with toasty puffy jacket over my sweats
with a hot oatmeal and vegetable omelet
sporting a cheddar cheese heart
with cellphone music by Sun Q
with my wife hanging wet clothes to dry outside
with Facebook friends offering Xmas wishes
ever end
easy
especially if this was Gaza, Israel
but it's not, it's Alhambra, California 
so we live on for another day
with peace here but not there
with hope that will change
into tranquility everywhere
not just in most places






At the World War III Museum

Scattered cars in the parking lot
resembling burned popcorn

Shadows of people and dogs
on the scorched building walls

Inside mounds of bone and flesh
as if this was a supermarket

Go out into the Ground Zero
air and never come back again


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