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Rumbles of thunder
promise that soon fat raindrops
will bring refreshment.
Expected to know
all the dishes, servers eat
the entire menu.
Panera’s didn’t
call, nor Applebee’s. Rejec-
tion’s hard at sixteen.
She said she felt like
a fairy princess, draped in
blue with beaded swirls.
Has it really been
a month since I told you all
about my day, dear?
Formally over
twelve years of learning to look
good on this one night.
such a sweet ride they
didn’t want to leave so they
did Wendy’s drive-thru
She can’t stand her. He’s
her ex, so don’t include them.
Can’t we go alone?
Deciding who to
take like negotiating
Mideast peace treaty.
In it she was arm
candy, someone that turned heads
unexpectedly.
The play was about
them. His unrequited love
her indifference.
Dog is lagging yet
clear skies pale green leaves urge me
to linger longer.
Where river meets lake
we stand as Toronto gleams
across the waters.
She curls around the
baby like a spiral shell
protecting its snail.
Like cows with their cud
we would chew constantly, and
then we’d all swallow.
Shopped a membership
warehouse store today. Got six
years’ worth of ketchup.
Vegans, stay away,
lest your firm resolve melt from
tender smoked brisket.
Muddy quads, walls bare
of ivy still inspire awe.
Can we get in?
Ph.D.s waitress
here, M.A.s babysit, ’cause
no one wants to leave.
Wan, pale, red-eyed, she’s
the poster wife of Wynette’s
song, “Stand By Your Man.”
It’s fun to see what
it’s like and then go back to
being nobody.
In the skyscraper
canyons, light outlines moving
shapes sipping Starbucks.
Like a jeweler
displaying gems on velvet
wealth gleams beyond reach
a dilemma of
riches in tiny topaz
the art of language
“Read my poem? Please?”
In real life I’d get blank stares.
Here, you’re back for more.
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.
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
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
Dreams of Oscars like
sugarplums dance in their heads.
Hollywood’s Christmas.
Kid in candy shop
I dab on product in search
of my true colors.
TV morphs into
loser land infomercials
for acne weight loss
Handful of turquoise
begs to be strung with silver
draped around my neck.
Got a new camera.
What moments will it capture
in pixels and bytes?
Ransacks the kitchen.
Demands she needs chocolate.
Pacified by Dove.
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.
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.
Want like a burr that
catches your attention for
something you don’t need.
Reality makes
me sick. Going through laugh track
cop show withdrawal.
Never read the play
before you see it performed.
There’s too much drama.
I stop posting in
the blogosphere. No one reads
me. Do I exist?
Today was her last
day on a job I said ‘don’t
quit’ two years ago.
Intention shines high
above like a star I see
and dream of reaching.
The more I write the
more I lose my hold on words
that speak without me.