sour grapes
the twang of magpies
through the trees
February 2014
sunset fire
a blood brotherhood
of praise
festering sky —
a child gathers bandaids
from the cliff bottom
for the sky
a mix of cyan, yellow
and magenta
foggy path
her otherness bumps
into mine
I I I —
all the ids that thud
in the night
I stumble among
undetonated egos . . .
haiku killing field
summer breeze
the sudden silence
of caged hens
sudden chill
a family boxes in
on itself
morning jog
liveliness springs
from her step
first light . . .
I awaken to a dream
of myself
autumn dusk . . .
afterglow of peace, love
and mung beans
little sparrow . . .
biscuit crumbs trail
before her
sound of water —
a haiku hinges on
this line break
rain forest . . .
all the trees not found
in my books
valentine's day
the wandering eyes
of a blackbird
still not found
what he is looking for
night busker
my unicode
1F6B2
built for two
lenten vows
on her ring finger
a bagel
summer heat
a burrito brays
after itself
in the bowl
a wailing madonna's
pregnancy tissue
Huysmans' tortoise . . .
a hip-hop pimp hobbling
under guilt
almost there
the sprouting of green
on the stalk
bumper harvest time —
a rich man plans bigger barns
to hoard his excess
thunder hive
a taste of honey
from the rock
coinless
before Charon
summer ends
to this end
the twists and turns
of her finger
end of summer —
what spectres bubble
from the mud pool?
cold war —
the rehearsal of
a button press
the other —
my shadow bridges
its abyss
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