‘headless body
found in topless
bar’ howled the
new york post
42nd st
yawned
the old nyc Grindhouse circuit was my all time favorite back in the day. Now it’s all gone. Corporate and commercial.
‘headless body
found in topless
bar’ howled the
new york post
42nd st
yawned
the old nyc Grindhouse circuit was my all time favorite back in the day. Now it’s all gone. Corporate and commercial.
my neighbor
has a
GUN
built a
8 ft high
fence
we like
her even
LESS
life in Gary, IN is always interesting
lone shoe
in drive
way
screaming boy
dragged to
car should
i have
called
cops
the city is smashed iron
knives cutting the sky wide
rust rains down on us
at the local bar
mrs. rick james slides on by fast
her jheri curl wet
my town has so many types so many different styles and people still living in the past
the spot behind his
ear rolls him on his back and
to his special joy
Self care is noble
Look after yourself today
Serve others tomorrow
Exploring both Haiku and Tanka writing is a revelation. As dark and cruel as some of my poetry is, one should never mistake the heart of the artist with their work.
At one with Cosmos
We pulse with Universal
Love and Stardust Light
How proud your colors once – now tied in baling wire, bleached grey weathered tatters dangling.
Captain, my captain, your hull is torn, black bottomed asphalt weighed down as the Forest calls you to water.
Anchored on cinder blocks, your sails hang in rags. With Mushroom sprouted barnacles, you await the dusky leaf sea.
You are beached, broken, sinking slowly in suburbia.
Shipwrecked.
Finding an old sailboat parked by the side of the road, her best years behind her. I see abandoned and broken cars all the time – never boats.
gun brass
rains
on street
tinging
echoing
in a
blood
timpani
of violence
Working in the Haiku format is such a precise art. 17 syllables. No more. No less.
Dream now of the beach
Warm forever sands, clear blue water
Yet lungs strain to reach
Breaths that start later
And end rattling in wet-mold banquet
A mirage to hold in final decay
i hope i live long enough to make the beach in PR when this is all over i will write poetry and run a little cinema lumiere and make photos.
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