I’ve no further sense
Of whether I stand with you
It feels like heaven
Exhibit XX
I at 49
Less some days
Flesh and blood
Heart, mind and soul
Convicted
Of God
Stand
As proof
I
Was wrong
ad infinitum
From my own right
From your realities and truths
From the abounding, abiding demons
God protects me
Café Goodbye: A Haiku
A bit like Paris
Such potential for beauty
Such horrendous void
Had
If ever
I’d wished for you to hold me as I smiled
It wasn’t moments ago
The heat
The lack of regret
The slightest light filtering in
As I held then heralded my breath
It was months ago
I’d wished
If ever
Before We Became
It once was
We asked
It now seems
We Act
As Friends
As voyeurs
As judges
As would-be teachers and angels
Without wondering whether
We know
Or know not
Sunrise to Sundown
May Monday
Look Like
Only One
Small Smile
After Another
crumple: a haiku
What if it’d been you
Who sat down at that table
Today as my friend
Hope Monsters
Once our little brother
No compass to steer him other
Down the wide road he crept
Us, near and far
Though taught all we are
The water was warm, so we slept
Now dare we shout
As brother calls us out
Fathers’ ideals off-track
Family, know our slumber
Purposed his opportune plunder
Are we willing to admit we’re coal black
How is this for Hope
We’ll reign-in brother’s rope
As he sees us brave cold truth
Over Compensation: A Haiku
I see now people.
How we slip. Subtle it is.
Down, then up and back.
