Haiku #1
She is selecting
a card, then is surrounded
by the shopping carts.
Testing, Testing 123
Hour One: The Warm-Up
Check the vim and vigor,
hotel lobby at 6 am, CNN.
Morning breaks with panic
in Dallas. Who shot the sheriff,
or tried to? Bullet holes in the
window, in the windshield.
But all is well in Nebraska –
a place called Alliance.
Just a little morning fog,
some classics roll by for a car show –
no racist or homophobic terrorists in the tent,
as far as we know.
Say hallelujah – now we vent.
Poem 1
Leaves of sorrow on my way,
I stop and I say
to myself-where is the love?
Did it run away on the wings of a dove?
And if it ran, will it come back to me?
If it returns, I will embrace the sea,
the mountains, the sky, your voice.
Everything, less this overwhelming noise!
The noise of your absence and of your silence,
which stole my sleep and my joy.
If you return to me, I will shine again
and together we will shine even brighter.
Abyss
Quiet
Darkness Serene
Cold, warm, hot
Never knowing about tomorrow
Routines, man, poles, bait, hunger
Time flies by uncounted and unexpected
Swim, float, glide, follow, group
Unaware of any emotions
Eat, sleep, breath
Darkness overcomes
Life
The Man In My Dream
He comes along with a big smile
In form that no one will whine.
A look that is deceiving and worn,
As if he has a heart full of thorn.
He opens his heart in thousand words
But one can understood.
It takes a lot of courage to do it.
And i was amazed by his manhood.
By and by I was drawn to him …
Like a water carried by the flow.
He awakens my heart that was long closed.
And put back the smile I once lost.
I wish I can have more time …
So I can be with him for awhile.
But morning comes so soon,
I am losing him in a few seconds.
I love the night to come early
Wherein I can have time to be sleepy.
And wish that again, I will have him
In my sweet dream he become a reality.
Poem #2: Wanting a Blue Daybreak
“Wanting a Blue Daybreak”
Those weekend nights in winter when daybreak swapped stage
with the bleak satin of twilight and no curtain could
make midnight any less dark, I remember them
and the dunes of snow as we passed another distraught gas station,
how we spent the month of February,
driving for the sake of frozen gasoline.
Closest to the window, farthest from any exploits of conversation,
I am so addicted to the cold, to the frost encrusted
on the windows and melting them with a press of my palm.
Ten minutes ago we were scrambling through a dirt trail
to a graveyard Alex said was haunted, spoiling half the reasons why
mid-journey. A row of disregarded porch lights enlightening
the cusps of dusk, like smoldering Dresden, I wanted to leave
as soon as snow crunched underfoot when I shut the car door,
as soon as I first lost footing on the path, oiled by ice.
Feet shuffling in straight eighth notes,
every tree harboring the same pallid post lacking color,
they were the air vents either side for the real blackness
to seep through.
A turn right up ahead and I will be the martyr of complaints.
Reasonably so, veering off this path bright from moon particle,
and under shafts of oaken iron light, the graves are blurred
beneath snow and night.
Something incandescent about soggy flowers clinging to graves settled
in their earthen seats moved my eyes to the boughs limp overhead
and to a taut backdrop of sky.
Stone cropped like my own hair a month ago, but not quivering
with its hands in its pockets as I am.
And a clichéd story of “haunted” fragments, rumors of four family members,
and here we shiver, four vagrant friends left with nothing to do but wade crystal water
where grass now sleeps.
I’m so far gone in mind that being last in line felt fitting.
I trip on a sliver of wind or ice as we leave, and the silence turned its face–
I get up as I had always: without another hand.
Noah and Hayana say practically nothing there and back, but does not stop.
Under my chapped breath I am the da capo, the repeat sign
whispering how stupid this is; I am Colonel Sartoris running away,
but I only wish it.
Returned to the car, I breathe hollow air into my palms,
cupped like a cavern. The only suggestion I included just now,
from Traverse to Grawn and back, was to play some music on the CD player.
I see now the other side of the road we passed an hour earlier,
confiding to God that if I was in His place, all those people would have
died the same, no speck of dust disturbed.
The melted snow slipping down my ankles, I tap those same
uncertain feet to the instruments behind Buddy Nielsen’s voice,
all the way past Chum’s Corners.
crossing over
submersed in the deep blue ocean
i so long to be-
to live among the coral reef
the sand the rock the sea
the endless shift in atmosphere
the in and out of tide
a shark or dolphin swim right past
to stare me in the eye;
and i, like tiny bubbles,
let go of my fear and rise-
up to the surface, satisfied
that there is always an “other” side.
#1 – Snoozebutton, a haiku
dawn beckons me up
eyes shifting under closed lids
just five more minutes
Hour 1: Bitter Endings
Bitter Endings
Too bright the light
For these old eyes
They see only darkness now
Turn down the sun
Let light be damned
Let dawn await my dusk
Too fast the world
For these old bones
They seek only comfort now
Turn off the gears
Let progress pause
Hold tomorrow ‘til my day is done
Too cold the wind
For this old skin
Worn thin as paper now
Turn up the heat
Let oceans rise
Someone else will pay my bill
Too strange the times
For this old mind
It cannot comprehend
Turn back the clock
Undo the lies
The truest way is mine
Turn down, turn off
Turn up, turn back
What harm?
I’ll be gone soon
Too bright, too fast
Too cold, too strange
Though it may be
Too late for you
#1
As the sun came up
the warmth spread down under.
Waking up sea anemones, star fishes, fishes, dolphins, to start off the day.
The fishes pass each other in a hurry to get to their morning location filled with delicious food.
Dolphins play with a smile.
There is always that big bad …. shark.
Makes a slow encounter to the surface, slyly looking for its breakfast.
As it comes all creatures turn down their smiles and remain still or swim far away as the warmth became cold.
As the shark meanders on its way
all comes back with a smile.
Beginning a new day, today.