the volcanic life lived calmly
May 2012
incoming fog ...
through the crosshairs of love,
an albatross
autumn dusk ...
light gives birth
to moons
night prayer—
some bird counterpoints
the cantor's silence
cold season—
tissues masquerade
as sandpaper
sudden rain ...
autumn clouds unravel
around me
autumn path ...
the abandonment of leaves
splayed out
into the shadows
of hand-written pages
autumn dusk
bastard offspring
of cherry blossoms—
unpetalled words
pine harvest ...
a monk prays beneath
tonsured hills
frost at dawn ...
the delicacy of light
melting dreams
centering himself
the laughing child in me
pisses in the snow
autumn dusk ...
the sun flashes off
falling leaves
autumn days
delirious
with rust
this emptiness
being filled only
with a morepork's call
too personal!
this body of mine
breaking down
autumn night ...
from across the abyss
a morepork's reply
along this path
loneliness rustles
its brushstrokes
autumn dusk ...
the descent of light
into its past
autumn dusk ...
my shadow loosens
its grip
funeral wake ...
fitting together once more
each missing piece
wordless dirge—
reality breezes in
on a chill wind
folding light—
my words turn in
before hers
passing clouds ...
still not the same ones
as yesterday
wounded sky ...
dawn fingers open
the night
moonlit trail ...
he tracks the centre-line
of a Möbius strip
open eyes ...
may my heart pound
when day breaks
on the edge—
a world of pain embraces
the universe
out of stillness,
the fragrant piping
of heaven
haiku school ...
mistaking the pine
for bamboo
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