The Machine and The Table

Would you be mad
If I gave that chair over there
-the one in front of the old machine-
An inviting, gentle kick

Would things go awry
If I set my feet, then my dinner
Upon it and asked
That it pretend it’s a table

This Haiku: June + July

Early Summer eyes

Await the July fireflies

The electric storms

This seems a fine day

To take new territory

To welcome this life

A true champion
Most solid player this side
Of the satellite

Laughter come with me
Down the path from the pain of
What I thought I knew

Wishing with these lines
To ease what hurts, soothe the ache
Cursing wingless arms

I’m thrilled and in love
With the green surprise of you
And how you nourish

Where’s my olive girl

Who takes off her mask for me

And knows mine’s for fun

Happy at mid-day
Glad in the heat of the night
Resolved in the morn’

Things I don’t indulge:
My love of toast. Fairy tales.
Today’s different.