America (a Senryu)

hard, long day of work
boxer briefs, t-shirt, and beer
cigarette and game


Departure (a Senryu)

insecure breath fills
shallow emotion ensnares
goodbyes are so hard


Departure (a Senryu revisited)

shallow breath so hard
ensnares insecurity
goodbye emotion


Anew (a Haiku)

little raindrops dance
quenching remnants of yester
clean of sorrows past


Arm Rest (Head Rest)

Here,
I rest the origin
of my being,
my mind,
as it wanders
and dances
among the sunbeams,
bouncing with the
grains and joints,
faceted with
sunlight's golden
kisses.
Here,
I rest.


Intimacy

Close my lips,
Open my eyes,
Loosen your hips,
Show me the lies.

Open my lips,
Close my eyes
Show me the hips,
Loosen your lies.

Prime Time

blizzard
projected onto thin
glass,
separating man from
magic.

Hollywood to Suburbia in a flash of
unpredictable weather patterns rising from
unimaginable strength in so
few who call themselves

[static]

nothing; we give them their Identity,
stolen away from reality to
Soothe and Relieves our Sore, Aching
Psyche,
found bruised and battered in a field
just north of what used to be
a solid foundation for
A Nation, under antennas and cables.

Satellite dishes, like wishes, fall
from the sky into murky depths.

recovered, recycled, re-made,
sequel'ed, prequel'ed, marathon'ed,
left for dead in a cold warehouse
during the

blizzard
between the man and the magic.

a poem (or two)

boring

The Intense sensation of nothing.

Inexplicable lack thereof.

Overstimulation is a fantasy

Which won’t come until

I’m done with doing what this abyss

has done to me, and yet

it continues.

Ailing Love

Did I wake thee, precious Angel?

Slumber now and rest thine head,

whilst I look upon thine face,

Lie and grace this bed.

Close thine eyes of sapphire.

Save them for the morn.

Where i'll be a waitin'

Pray don't leave me here forlorn.

Still. Lie there motionless

in that nat'ral state.

Restin' and a waitin'

till the Sun shall fall by fate.