Oh, woe is this world
And all it has committed
Against the oh-so other-worldly
Tell it now, what shall I tell it
To the pure child’s untarnished mind
To my lover’s knowing heart
Dreamyhead: A Haiku
Think on the beauty
You’d surely cause up in there
If you would know slow
Haiku
How hard would it be
To gently care for yourself
How simple is that?
un-titled
How dare you shame the wildflower
And hush nightingale song
What cause have you to tame the fox
And call today too long
Condemned you are to monotone
Without a voice to vote
Whilst gazing outward, castled king
Imprisoned by your mote
Edna
Protecting
For far too long
I’ve been
Believing
My heart’s blind eyes
I am
Admitting
The scared soul’s mine
I’ll be
Defying
A pain-filled chain
I’m free
Cold and Green
Air of my lungs
You were supposed to
Keep me and this new life
Blushing and pink
Teach me instead
You weren’t opposed to
Fables and scorpions
Alive and well
August’s Hell
He doesn’t run
From
The Sun
Or the Father or Daughter
Mother or Wife
Or Himself
He runs
To
Them
As if he’s on fire
And in need
Of their sweet, sweet rain
Spilled
Sitting ignorant alone
The darkened theater of life
Waiting still for the inevitable ending
Where they finally meet and ride away
Together
Having long since fallen
But the screen faded many minutes ago
The credits rolled
When did I look away and not see
Love, of course
I finally hear the brooms
Sweeping away the left-behind
The popcorn and candy and bad dreams
The exit sign flickers as if clearing its throat
11 Month Calendar
We must never trust April, alright?
Consider back
The beginning of bad instinct
The timing of rain
And the push through despite
Do you recall its tale
Of flowers to follow
And new birth to come?
Hyperbole
Ridiculous
Conspirator, April
Grasping, Gnashing
Cross words,
With politically correct symbols
Handfuls of hair,
And screams to the wind
Will not alter truth
Eyes cast downward,
Then to the sky
Music defiant,
At full decibel
Will not transform you
