If I Were A Little Badger

If I were a little badger
I tell you what I'd do
I'd help all the other badgers
Escape from the L.A. Zoo.

We'd go downtown for coffee
And chat the night away
Around the sidewalk tables
At the badger espresso cafe.

We'd have existential rages
And geopolitical despair
Then we'd sneak back to our cages
And pull out all our hair.


~ Russ Allison Loar
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For Schopenhauer

Show me your sun-drenched sprigs of winter,
The juniper bug as he howls,
The rise and fall of oatmeal
In the misty dawn of a burgeoning wahoo!

Show me these things,
My sweet, bare-faced darling,
And I shall inherit your property
With the gay abandon
Of love’s lost moth at eventide.


~ Russ Allison Loar
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No Umbrella

He did not see the hummingbird,

Its iridescent scales

Flashing small rainbows in the noonday sun.

He did hot hear the electric buzz

Of its pulsing wings,

Hovering above a honeysuckle flower,

Sipping nectar,

Dusting pollen.

He did not feel the rising humidity

Giving promise to possible showers.

No seeing.

No hearing.

No umbrella.

~ Russ Allison Loar
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Mysterious Ways

Thinking about the mysterious ways of the Lord
And all,
I came upon a squashed bug,
Some kind of beetle,
Swarmed by ants,
And realized
I was standing on the line of ants
That led from the dirt
To the hot cement sidewalk
Where I stood,
Doing the Lord’s bidding,
Somehow.


~ Russ Allison Loar
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