Haiku 10/2/18
Distant thunder shakes glass–the world appears behind closed blinds. Hold fast.
Late Shower, Haiku
Condensate from steam sticks to our pink bathroom walls– we missed the morning.
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
Balled up like paper, the hood of the car burns–rain wets the tar. We wait.
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
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 […]
Haiku, 30 March 2018
Christmas lights, hang on! Spring is twenty days away– hang on to your homes!
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.
