First of July…
rain sounds but no rain,
back of the bus
☯︎
That tree
thinks about what the wind
might do next
☯︎
Third of July,
ice blocks the pitcher’s spout…
corkscrewed Diet Coke
☯︎
tanka:
Projector:
Ticks
of the uptake reel
spinning alone…
story’s end wears thin
☯︎
A quiet heat…
her hair not quite tentacles
but inquisitive
☯︎
“Safeguard”
worn away soon
from my soap
☯︎
She’ll make love
after three–never two
days of stubble
☯︎
Sixth of July…
one disposable mask hung
from the hydrant
☯︎
Opulence,
worn sofa in a desert–
to the sleeper
☯︎
One soap bubble
improves the world, exactly
24 seconds
☯︎
The moon again…
I shake condensation
from a sherbet pint
☯︎
The moon stays up
for anyone to take
its hint
☯︎
tanka:
He taunted me
for not saying hello–
I almost did
my deaf act, to his face…
but sneakered away
☯︎
tanka:
I can never know
“Rosie”: Woman, girl, dog, cat,
phantom, or a lack…?
but he screams for her each night–
clockwork valor
☯︎
High tide,
the ocean shifts gears…
withdrawing sand
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Tiny the child,
sunscreen smooth on his cheeks
like clown white
☯︎
Grateful, at last, at
(farting my way through Thursday)
…enforced hermitude
☯︎
Like a taffy pull,
bumblebee clung to one side
of the clover
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How forlorn,
the truck’s rumble
without the truck
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Imagination
disconnected, I tune
in to the night
☯︎
Profundities,
the faintest of echoes…
concrete garage
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Too tired to care
whether moths go condo
in that damn bathroom
☯︎
Chilly July…
fresh-shaven cheeks against
my robe’s collar
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The dog
finished its days,
panting in the hay
☯︎
They’re cheering for…what…
being alive after all?
(I stay upstairs)
☯︎
Robert De Niro
lets everything ride
on an eyelid twitch
☯︎
As the dog is in
the early morn, so too
my own panting
☯︎
Refrigerator
cools, what I want it to–
Yet I insist, more!
☯︎
No breeze–
door one-quarter open…
two sandals
☯︎
Twin flies
over chicken Caesar–
deaf to argument
☯︎
Crows have opinions–
fine, but must they menace
fragile music?
☯︎
The woodman’s hat
catches only one
falling star
☯︎
Today only,
black man on a black bike…
northward
☯︎
Afraid to put on
Bill Evans…
so many depths
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