That bird’s got a song
Man, he’s gonna sing today
Open your window
All Talk
She’s talking rhythmically
Of the good in goodbye
Gets me to thinking
Of the waiting and why
Everyone around him lives
While he waits to die
Sipping all-alone punch
In a house built on lies
Prise: A Haiku
His eyes ripped from him
His willowy walk stricken
Will bring back my smile
Green Skies
The things we learn to love
Born of sorrow, sometimes
Longing, for what has gone away, never to return
Decide, I decided
Let go, as the Sage said
Learn to love anew
Exited
Conclusions
Drawing them
An art that sure don’t care
An intellect? An artist?
Mess-maker? Long-jumper?
Languish in the mire, undecided
Conclusions
Feeling them
Hold an evanescent breath
Continue to stand and applaud
Hoping to prompt an encore
From a stage that’s gone dark
Clear
Sugar, speak
Speak aloud to the ghosts
On this journey, with you from an infant thing
You know they know you
They’ll believe you
Have no fear
For it’s rest you’ll find
There
In them
And laughter, then silence
Finally
Look for me
Here
Speak
Bring us back to life
Town Red: A Haiku
In that small venue
The Mountain asked to be mine
And I acquiesced
Riddled
I am Down
I am Up
Murdered and Born-Again
I am a Mud-Covered and Silver-Lining Soul
Unnoticed and Six Feet Tall
Never Worth Fighting For -Oh, The Rubies I Hold!
Who Am I
I have discovered
Why, along the way
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