one un-
intended
bend and
the blinds give us
passer-bys
a distorted
view
of a man
in black
cork bottle glasses
fancing himself
a regular
ol’ Johnny
Cash
and all
around him
green house plants
choke piles
of life
as
silent chords
hit a low
note.
we become holograms
the closer i get
the more it crumbles away
the horizon
with its dark mouth
whispers
“if you cross this line
no light will escape”
you
and i then
as holograms, mouths open,
silent screams like
Munch
and our families
will go on living with us
hanging on
their walls.
wireless issues….
Hello everyone! Just a quick blog update – I’m having some wireless networking issues at home, which is why the poetry posting has been a little erratic. I am hoping to get back on track by next week. Thanks for hanging in there with me!! Be sure to check out posts from past months, and even last year! Have a great day!
like Haruki Murakami
some of our memories
like heavy silt find
a way to drop in a stream
like Haruki Murakami
might slip into a dream
chase a lost love | all
consciousness lost
in bleary
Japanese
mountains…..
glimpse
glimpse- when your eyes
tear up with want, just one
look, when your eyes
flutter like butterfly wings
and flicker with hestitation,
glance
chances taken, sigh of relief…
hermit
hermit lives
on a mountain,
alone but for
the clouds,
hair grows long.
Sagacious child,
tell us –
are you scared of him?
or do you see
the wisdom in
that particular
silence?
Marley morning (haiku)
wireless problems persist…. but these morning poems might be interesting in their own right (maybe)
Bob Marley grooves the
morning, coffee seduces
jam, “feel alright” now
the dance before a storm (haiku)
sorry – had some technical difficulties last night….
summer wind teases
lightly flirts, pirouettes,
snaps lightning in time.
the silence (haiku)
the heartbreaking void
leave the phone to die, curl up,
bury the silence.
a brashness undefined
you will never meet another
as terrifying as me
my hook will rip
your cheek
as you claw your way
across the deck
gasping for air
every twitch
compelling you
forward
your glassy eyes,
pleading.
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