an autumn evening’s face
looms just outside my window—
such moonless eyes!
Dec 7, 2025
Dec 7, 2025 at 2:58 PM UTC
Nothing can make me blue
if there is no blue sky
—it’s fine on a gray day—
but the clear sky brings her back.
The sun would catch her eye
and sparkle in it like water;
looking at me,
she didn’t have to smile.
So there’s a picture in my mind
of her and blue skies.
Oct 30, 2025
Oct 30, 2025 at 12:52 AM UTC
to the candy store
in warm summer, near the tracks
of the elevated train—
the old man there was mean;
we talk about him still
Oct 30, 2025
Oct 30, 2025 at 12:50 AM UTC
the koto comes—
a cicada chorus in the trees
and drums and thunder...
quiet rain hears the song,
soft slapping time with branches
Oct 30, 2025
Oct 30, 2025 at 12:50 AM UTC
white butterflies
stagger about on a breeze—
the last of summer
Oct 30, 2025
Oct 30, 2025 at 12:49 AM UTC
walking alone
through the crowded fair,
she pauses—
turns now and then,
searching the passing faces
Oct 30, 2025
Oct 30, 2025 at 12:48 AM UTC
don’t care if
i die—
only care if
i suffer
don’t try to
keep me alive
with tubes and
latex,
just let me go
though i WILL have
some morphine...
Oct 16, 2025
Oct 16, 2025 at 11:22 PM UTC
Hello, this is
Special Breaking News:
Because
we care so
deeply about you,
we just wanted to
calm your fears and
hysteria and
say that
we don’t know what’s
going to
happen.
Stay tuned for
further developments.
We hope this
makes you feel better.
Oct 16, 2025
Oct 16, 2025 at 9:15 PM UTC
street girl
sitting on the
bed again with
Japanese music playing,
the window open to
early fall’s gentle breeze and
gray mist that wraps
around the trees and
just-turning leaves,
in and out between
streetlights and heady air with
cries from the street below where
a street couple screams with
no place to go but at each other
when she’s angry at the world and
so sad in her make-up—too much and
sad rings and tattoos she
can’t afford with hair orange and
chopped off with knives instead of
scissors and sunken cheeks because
her scarecrow teeth are
gone for **** habits and
bad choices and you want to
hug her but too afraid and
too scared getting involved—no guts
when her “man” comes,
he looks the same
—they could be brother and sister—
have the same sunken face through
red eyes and sore screaming
throats after dark on
sidewalks
—scary in day—
much more in dark—
how do you feel?
Oct 16, 2025
Oct 16, 2025 at 9:07 PM UTC
quickly dying fog,
a glimpse of the blue beneath
sheets of clouds—
days were cold and windy
end of summer by the bay
Oct 5, 2025
Oct 5, 2025 at 4:57 PM UTC