Haiku 3.30.16

residual id;
don’t bother teaching new tricks
to dogs of routine

Haiku 3.29.16

ambulatory
corpses scutter to sidelines
never to be seen

Magnetic Haiku 3.28.16

autumn mushroom dawn
insect harvest window plant
ice blue winter dream

Disembodied

Perpetually wrecked
erect ineffectually
anatomically incorrect
dissect, be sure there’s something left

plagued with heartache
unearthed inheritance
tattooed upon your back

don’t look now, but
your shadow’s separating
don’t look back, but
everything you care about

is following in your footsteps

quicksand abyss

dna means nothing
when you are spirited

I see you
floating there
but
still you care
for what
you’ve left behind

could’ve done better
could’ve done worse
arrive into cold hands
depart in a hearse

searching for
a fountain of youth
found too many distractions
along the way

I never wanted to be apart from you
but this dagger cut deeper than I ever thought it could

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The Fog

Brick sits
on my chest
thoughts choke
in my throat

I don’t know who I am
where I got caught in the stream
what swept me away

it’s lifted now
the fog
it’s lifted for now

March

Most certainly, I like March much more than February, and January before it.
Anxious feet march toward Spring and warmer days;
Running, always, forward to the next point in time.
Calendar pages fall from the wall like leaves in Autumn, yet
How slowly I became this man I see before me now.

You’re So Cool

I want to be
someone who
still writes
poetry
on receipts
& bar napkins

Magnum Opus

My daughter’s smile,
my son’s laughter;
my greatest creation

Body Bag

I am just a body

I am ribs
& blood
& pancreas

I need insulin to live

I am brain
& I am heart
& I am fat

I need directions to survive

I am just a body

I am breath
one away from death
& I am sad

I need instructions to revive

I am nerves
& bone
& nails & hair

I need medicine to level out

I am not this body

I am but
a mass of flesh
& feelings atrophied

I need attention to thrive

I am nothing
I am vacuum
a bag of gas

& I am easily let down

Angri

ultimate question
answer as first seems
sure eyes
bulletproof odds
in favor waiting
devise a plan
stuff your philosophy

find out
angry
rebuilding
leveling
underground
beneath the cowl
wonder
made things worse
projecting
disillusionment
wrestling inner turmoil
depiction set forth
trying to figure out

disagreements over vision