Haiku 3 (Football)

Football match, All glory and pride All that can be heard are sirens and cries.

In Progress

I sit, like a hawk, a hungry lion eyeing its prey. You left hours ago, my stomach is a bowl with a little acid that has turned to solid

Death

The cup of water has a mouth for stars in the shadow where a black hole fills our hearts. The cup of water Flavors our eyes like dew wet dill we gaze into the skies. Ferment-do-gooders

FEAR...

White, midnight! Fear-woken insight! Of Midnight! Sweat dripping angel Lost in a carnage of fright! Screams for the light! Wake me! Wake me!! Wake MEEE!!! Touch me with angelic sunlight!

Go us to my protector

“Grasses Feather in” the wind. Determined swift like an envoy Dart along the barn, crosswind Life fills the air inextricably with joy. Like the joy of a young child.

BIG CITY BLUES poem

a ball of pasta in my belly. People crowding life’s destination, scooting to the bus stop amber lights glaring

MILK WAGON DAYS poem

through alleys, between overstuffed garbage cans and a serenade of clinking

THIS EARTH poem (2nd version)

where wilderness deer hooves hesitate at foreign sounds.

French soup

“Pwoissons is French for fish.”
Cherry

Situation Vacant

Madam Montoya's last spirit guide has given up the ghost and now the situation is waiting to be filled. The sooner the better, according to Justin, whose having to temp it for a bit...

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