Every other blue moon
Grumpy, unsociable Grace
Without any warning leaps
On my lap and nuzzles my face
Curls up on the keyboard
With a yawn and a scoff
Falls asleep on top my work
And purrs the deadlines off.
Month: August 2014
Pole Dancer, for Mona
cinnabar and carbon inked flesh
riots under spots and strobes
becomes shards of sheet lightning
snow flurries around the pines
as barrages of an incessant bass
drives her up the pole and carves
her face with a hurt indelible
as rings on a stump of birch
Underdogs Undertake
Underdogs live for undersides:
Supine and swearing beneath a car
Nosing in computer innards
Crawling beneath the house
For leaks or a dead mouse.
Only we understand
The zen of crawl spaces
The ying of fried wires
The yang of a lost rebate
The tao of gouged knuckles
The virile taste of 30 weight.
As Joe Goethe always says,
“What we do not understand,
We do not possess.”
Absence
Somewhere you sell homes
Or teach or wave a picket sign
Or wait tables or design books
Or chant to a Buddhist scroll;
Or are you looking upwards
To hear and see the gulls
Lost in a squall and blown to sea
And perhaps, maybe wonder
Whatever became of me?
Eat, Sleep, Leave
Works real well for me with or without the ending
She wakes from slumber
and he’s already waiting
for breakfast.
She makes it, he eats it
and leaves. She doesn’t
know where he goes or
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Android Haiku
A neighbourhood walk;
Wind chimes sing out as I pass.
I reach for my phone.
The Princess at Rescue
As her rescuer readies
To slay yon foul, fetid, beast
She changes her mind.
“Nay, kind knight, desist!
He’s re-tiling the downstairs bathrooms
Which he’s been promising for years.
Noble sir, stay your shining blade!”
He thinks of his dripping wounds
And speaks: “you’re on your own, babe.”
Meredith
You shared yourself with poets
Publishers, Panthers and one Marine
Who soon enough will be gray ash
Bearing one single scarlet ember
Tenaciously alive with that night
In July of a ravenous summer.
School Haiku
Children run, scream, shout
All day long, enjoy them now
Soon their school will start.
Evening Haiku
A tiny galaxy
Of sequins shimmers along
The pond’s tall grasses.
Drought Haiku
The rains have not come.
At least the moon and crickets
Have, for now, stayed on.
Fast
Today I discovered
New bones around my belly.
Pants are beginning to fit better
As I excavate a man
Smothered and forgotten.
Evening Prayer Haiku
Evening prayer
Cat kneels on my lap, solemnly
Bows to the altar.
The Kibble Haiku
The Hallelujah
Chorus is nothing to cats
Singing for breakfast.
Summer Sale Haiku
Stuck in IKEA
With a partner who liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiingers
On every futon.
Demand
Drug barons go broke
Weapons trade dries up
Sex slaves return home
All because junkies
In America stopped
And left it alone.
Waking us eon after eon,
Wheels of manifestation
Send us to create value
And to value creation.
Torch Song
As the great disappearing act ends –
you from me, I from am,
then from now —
murmur me a memory
of the worlds I saw in you
of something you saw in me.
Come! Here and now;
let us breathe again to speak,
kiss, and weep in lost tongues
of our dead seas, our buried cities.
Commuting Haiku
Going to work at dawn
I can complain or enjoy
Fresh light being born.
Bear Haiku
Bear awakes in spring;
Grunts, sloughs off dreams of berries,
Honey and mating.
