A revelation
Last June it became four years
Of one set of eyes
“like a bee”
Break these bones
Try
Break them again
I’ll meet you where you found me
At the mat
Off the ropes
On my feet
O’Keeffe
What color
Was it
When I
Kissed you
Squall
Patch your eyes
Or be forced to confess
To all the other captains
Your lack
Sudden though it be
Of sea legs
Your loss
Forever and always
Of compass mark
Covered
5 minutes to sunrise
Dash out
Climb to the highest height
Catch in your arms
All I’ve promised from the East
Add hope of your own
With all your might
Fling-far to the West
Our new pact
5 minutes to sunrise
I dash out….
In Ode: A Haiku
Those Normal People
They wear hats and go courting
They wear fancy shoes
never ever never
No
Unless you pray
Unless you wake up every dayTreasured things on your lips
Treasured things vowed then giv’nThere’s power in this
There’s power
Yes
Aside: A Haiku
Each stroke of the brush
Finds you lighter, translucent
No need for shadows
Was I: A Haiku
The whole time I hoped
I was stars and universe
Not sport and passtime
Poeming
You’ve been this last half hearing
Things from what direction
You don’t know
Well
Hear this
I’ve just used an entire night
Dreaming I was; Hoping
To move those content to live in a box
I packed and tarried
While they watched television
Sitting on badly dated bad furniture
Tell me how that fits in
To the plan
To renew
And I love you
Hear and tell me how that fits in too
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