Haiku 10/2/18

Haiku 10/2/18

Distant thunder shakes glass–the world appears behind closed blinds. Hold fast.

Late Shower, Haiku

Late Shower, Haiku

Condensate from steam sticks to our pink bathroom walls– we missed the morning.

Fruits and Veggies

Fruits and Veggies

the pulse of Taco Bell bowels speed-dials Satan; the flatulence fells him. Behold: Someone broke heaven into cinnamon twists.

Haiku, 8 March 2018

Haiku, 8 March 2018

Balled up like paper, the hood of the car burns–rain wets the tar. We wait.

Office Sonnet

Office Sonnet

Office Sonnet The filing cab’net’s sleek black sides’ dull gleam reflects the dim-blurred image of a foot all sandal-wrapped with unclipped nails that seem a cowry colored echo of a root exposed from underneath a fleshy soil. Softly sung to eyes, the image weighs as much as steam from cheeks too long embroiled or downy […]

Running in the Nose

Running in the Nose

He blows his nose and out shoot little human people. As they catapult from his nostrils, he feels their tiny elbows and brittle knees bounce and tumble along his soft nasal corridors; his eyes water as they snag hairs and wake follicles. Little beings. They are lighter than bird bone and bundled in flea-barb armor. […]

Haiku, 30 March 2018

Haiku, 30 March 2018

Christmas lights, hang on! Spring is twenty days away– hang on to your homes!

Another Polimerick

Another Polimerick

After another school shootin’ Trump, with his mouth, started tootin’: “I’d run right in,” he said with a grin, though he quaked at the shadow of Putin.

Remembering Errol Flanders of West Marble Court

Remembering Errol Flanders of West Marble Court

Foxes for pillows at the head of his bed and knock-knock joke eul’gies now that he’s dead. He died as he lived–face down in his soup or crying alone in a telephone-booth. Sometimes he’d smile at cars passing by while walking the freeway’s concrete divide. I had him over last Tuesday for lunch. He ventriloquized […]

Drive-Thru Ballad

Drive-Thru Ballad

While driving through McDonald’s for the nineteenth time that week alone, he paused and stared at their menu sign. Little flecks of red and gold upon a field of white littered with black curving shapes, tiny strips of night. The world upon its axis slowed and time refused flower as the patron held those shapes […]