Category: poetry

• battlefield glory orange

  oh! how my heavy bones
  trudge the hall
  with the defeat of
  an apparition
  who, in death, has
  accepted a weary
  soldier’s march

  at 3:39 a.m. the
  house instead
  settles down to
  a definitive rest
  and basks in the
  battlefield glory orange
  of streetlights

  August 5, 2011

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• yes or no? (haiku)

  when you know most con-
  sider it wrong; when you can’t
  help yourself… choose now.

  August 5, 2011

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• when memories are scraps

  scraps of our life together
  scattered on the floor
  tossed repeatedly

  when our life becomes
  junk hoarded

  each crystal figurine
  seems to, in a dusty coat,
  frown
  and shake a finger

  each newspaper, one
  on another,
  screams a headline of
  war

  when the dog sniffs out
  an old banana peel

  drags it along
  thinking, one day, this will be
  useful.

  August 4, 2011

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• Gardenias in New Orleans

  we labor
  up the medium
  with a speed befitting
  Spanish moss
  languishing
  in the steam of a summer
  day dripping with
  Gardenia

  if i should
  succumb to the
  scent —
  some parade might
  saunter by
  toss beads
  round my skull
  round the bend
  drifting
  as slow as
  eddies on the great
  Mississippi

  August 2, 2011

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• hit a low note (a regular ol Johnny Cash)

  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.

  July 29, 2011

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• 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.

  July 28, 2011

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• 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…..

  July 25, 2011

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• 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…

  July 23, 2011

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• 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?

  July 22, 2011

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• 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

  July 21, 2011

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