high-pitched howl and soft spatter
gone, both, for morning
☯
I kiss these red lips
and put them back in their box
wax plugs my nostrils
☯
Teach an idiot
to write haiku; do you still
have an idiot?
☯
A child’s persimmon
half eaten, half-sticky, slid
between two cushions
☯
Huge green umbrella
swallows his slim form whole at
the Ave’s last pay phone
☯
Splash–drench bicycle!
Show some gratitude you’ve got
one purpose on Earth
☯
A fart lingers like
a rule nobody follows
passing the sniff test.
☯
Runoff swarms the drain
seven inches under; it
gave up long ago
☯
Heater’s one red light
keeps me company bedside…
Moloch brought to heel?
☯
Inside-out mitten
at the bus stop; wooly thumb
like a turtle’s head
☯
Two jays chase the train
past the Franz freight yard, due south
then bend to the sun
