(2013)
This was a haiku I wrote near the beginning of Fall on a day I was feeling a bit under the weather.
No words escape me The sun will rise tomorrow Or so I am told
Ask me who he is A tall tree and branches keen words drop; leaves shaken I try to collect them all But forget them by the stream
Life’s obligations A daunting sea of turmoil With crest after crest I’ll hide in this briny shell Till the tide forgets my name
A natural fog Too tired to remember Dowsing memories Broken alarm clock weeping Woe be to his faint tick, tock
I guess it’s about that time again time for another pointless relapse Time, like a dusty album record Spinning, around and around on end I want the needle to break or veer…
Busy decisions Like an endless moon cycle Such a waxing life
Red and orange glitter Dancing delicately high Above winding paths Falling to the great grey streams Falling for grace, or duty?
To hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished
To grasp at the root This longing for the seasons Hidden deep, deep down To say it’s just “Natural,” Would only scratch the leaf-tops
Tiny flashing lights Figures entwine together Closer and closer ‘closer than ever’ they say Beside our computer screens
Such an empty sky Countless pensive glances are Over and over Swallowed swift, before their time If only I could keep them
Is there something dark? Dark, dark, deep down inside me Something that keeps me Away from the center ring A divergent path indeed
Perplexity breathes Into the hearts of all men In heart beat matters We shy our true intent like An elephant in the vent
Self-expressional Crooked poster on the wall Self-intentional Will you shatter, will you fall? Who will fix your frame of old?
Archaic toiling Through endless character streams To drown deeper still Beneath black and white waters Until I breathe symbolly
