floor hard on my bones
ceiling looks down in pity
mascara runs… runs….
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outside tonight is the heat
outside tonight
is the heat; it
wraps my shoulders
like a shawl knit
by white-haired women
who in their circle
hum with soft
gossiping
and the air conditioners
chirp in with a
whirr of understanding.
addict
end it
tomorrow control it
fight scratch claw fight
kill it
that deep down
twisted knife
step off the ledge
jump the height
end it
tomorrow control it
fight scratch claw fight
kill it
i am it and it is me
i am it and it is me
no end
no end no end no-
end it
tomorrow control it …
grass is always greener
all it takes:
one soft ocean wave
one swift approaching storm
one sandy toe
one face leaned back
it’s enough,
those dark brown eyes
one quick glance
one wrong word
one minute alone
one single
flutter of the belly
is enough to…
fourth of july at the beach
below me
red white blue crowds swell
crest cheer
down the boardwalk
firework finale booms over
waves crashing
my toes sandy on a balcony
the streetlights
humming hazy
with humid Patriotism.
bitterness at the polls
It is in every
Single
Twitch, lie, conviction,
Breath.
You feel it deep in your throat.
It pulls at your tongue
And lingers down your esophagus,
Not easily displaced.
You can’t help but
Sip it slowly, roll it ’round your mouth
Till your
Taste buds go numb.
Then,
(and you won’t notice)
you’ll be
slick with drool.
going home for dinner
my father
has disappeared to wash
our cars that haven’t been
scrubbed since the
last visit.
my mother in the kitchen
is looking for the
big fat cat
who is no longer around.
(i’m wishing i was still
small enough to fit in
the swings)
the girl to dust
will “they” say
the calm is what
killed her?
was the quiet lack
what turned the
blood to sludge
the brain to mush…
what turned
the girl to dust?
alone on a Friday night
only I
notice wind along the pink
sunset lining the clouds
only I
am audience to silver fish
dancing to the feel of dusk
only I
watch people’s legs walking
talking, so full of plans
only I
realize that silence is
beautiful in its impossiblity.
Only I.
phish (haiku)
went to my first Phish show (only about 15 years late). a beautiful night –
pyre of sound to
moon witness colors shine that
green music alive!
community speaks:
“second set sparkle! will you
be here tomorrow?”
http://phishthoughts.com/2010/06/27/progressive-phish/ for more on the show from someone who actually knows his stuff!
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