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“Read my poem? Please?”
In real life I’d get blank stares.
Here, you’re back for more.
Just over five months
This one four hundred fifty
Art or wasted time?
A haiku a day?
Not quite. Some days the tap runs,
some days it’s bone dry.
Mud has a smell that’s
like waking up to coffee.
You know you’re alive.
the constant dripping
nature’s tears of joy as she
sees her world reborn
The equinox means
equal night and day worldwide
yin and yang of light.
Days grow longer like
smiles that stretch wider as one
greets a long lost friend.
‘Beware!’ Caesar was
told. Like teens in horror films
he didn’t listen.
What’s that mean? That spring’s
a dominatrix, whipping
March ’til it submits?
Headgear gone wild I
tip my hat to idiots
who have flipped their lids.
Reclaiming the word,
she grabs the bitch by the horns
and makes us all proud.
With all this trash talk
even the winner comes out
smelling like garbage.
for jem who says, “it’s your last lines that get me everytime.“
I’d like to think of
myself as the O. Henry
of the haiku form.
Could Cameron Diaz
maybe have done her hair? That
ponytail so wrong.
Anyone who makes
Ryan Seacrest sweat deserves
a special Oscar.
Secretive. Works for
the CIA. Won’t say where
it’s been for four years.
Like the extra hour
when we fall ahead, this one
day a trick in time.
see also Inconstant blogger
That you’ve found me and
read my life in seventeen
syllables floors me.
see also Constant reader
Like a lover who
wanders I return here to
check in now and them
Accomplished nothing
’til I took Motrin a whip
that tamed this tiger
J9 can’t sleep since
her mother died stays up and
writes heartache in tears.
Today J begins
flying not yet a driver
the sky’s the limit
We drive to where his
girlfriend’s dad says the haunted
tunnel is. We freak.
He drank to excess
so why am I the one with
the splitting headacne?
They walk the carpet.
We eat takeout Chinese and
scream for our favorites.
Bjork’s swan an urban
red carpet legend. Today
beauty takes no risks.
So hungry but the
dress fits stumble past photogs
smile stop nod pose smile.
Dreams of Oscars like
sugarplums dance in their heads.
Hollywood’s Christmas.
Tie dye gauzy tops
plaid goth skirts hemp necklaces
you know you need ‘em.
Kid in candy shop
I dab on product in search
of my true colors.
TV morphs into
loser land infomercials
for acne weight loss
We watch bad TV
eat microwave popcorn feel
guilty not really.
Midnight ghosthunting
at a tragic landmark seems
like a cool idea
What of those born on
the 29th, their birthday
once every four years?
Longing to hug them,
I wait ’til they flutter near
like moths to my flame.
Drove to the city
to shop eat sushi buy fun
things that make us smile.
Handful of turquoise
begs to be strung with silver
draped around my neck.
Grey army trenchcoat
or lime green sixties jacket
J can pull off both.
The Director’s Cut
in her hands M reads snuggled
with her Uglydoll.
Got a new camera.
What moments will it capture
in pixels and bytes?
Ransacks the kitchen.
Demands she needs chocolate.
Pacified by Dove.
We sleep late and do
little. Spend quality time.
Together, enough.
February’s haste
to usher in an early
March slowed by one day.
Luminous suitor,
the moon dimmed by darkness’s
seductive regard.
Teenager curled up
becomes baby J who’s glad
that mommy’s nearby.
greatness revealed in
the sound of splinters, words that
pierce my jealous eyes.
Let delight ripen
into a sweet juicy pear
True joy takes patience.
The stink of talent
is on him like fingernails
stained tobacco brown.
Fever distorts time.
Sleep the tesseract that jumps
illness to wellness.
Bright lipstick fools them
into thinking I’m well. No
“How do you feel?”
After the illness
taste dulls on the tongue, food just
fuel to run this husk.
Clock ticks ricochet
like bullets of sound slowing
as the hour grows late.
Her breath sounds like the
whistle of distant trains bound
for lands beyond dreams.
I walk in. He licks
my hand, grabs my fingers with
gentle teeth, won’t let go.
Want like a burr that
catches your attention for
something you don’t need.