Another January passes
Emotions contained in morning dreams
Why did i let go?
Why did i let you go?

They meet
He climbs
Too quickly
Crazily
One shining rung after another
Elation, distraction

100 feet attained
So far, so fast
Top, top, top
of the world!
But the fall
is faster.
A blur,
a tear,
the only drop
in the pool
below.

My little Haiku
Of a bounceless Kangaroo
Ended abruptly.

Left leaning shadows on the way to work
Left leaning shadows on the way home.
I'm convinced the deep blue paint on my transport
Will fade first on the right.

eight hours at work eight hours of play eight hours of sleep
repeat 5x/week until symptoms improve, improve, Improve

improv?

Sitting at home on a cold Tuesday night,
Is very like sitting on the previous night,

You can try musical chairs
In multiple rooms!
You can sing on the stairs
Or dance with the broom!

But the cold fact remains, as does the day
And your hours, they slip...slip slowly away.
And your poems never know...just how to say
What your heart might have given for a warm Tuesday.

Your toes are like toast
Except one letter less
And covered in jam
They might be the best

Your peppermint lies
Fly off of my shoulders
Your hazelnut eyes
Starting to smolder

Your strawberry lips
Are the finest in town
But don't tell the neighbors
Don't need them around
Cuz honey in the sprocket
Makes the world go round and round!
Like a chocolate-dipped peanut
In a messy....mossy....mound.

(breakfast in bed)

Cold green plastic on my temples
The sun in winter on the morning's commute.
Ten million degrees at midnight, but
She might as well be ninety-three million miles away.

If i write to you
In the cutest & curtest of phrases,
But have not love,
You can always unfriend me.

Anaphylactic shock - oh my!!

Love!!
What is it?
Good for absolutes.
Or nuthin.

Grant me peace, oh Lord,
In this urban jungle around me.
And deliver me from the jungle I've created within.

Llamas em chamas
**** of the walk
I hear you most clearly
When you choose not to talk.

A penny for your thoughts,
I heard the lady say,
A nickel for your feelings,
You can't just give them away!
A dime for your intentions,
A quarter if it's deep!
These pants are taylor-made, said I,
And your secrets...I just can't keep. (sigh)

I woke up this morning and realized that I had created LIFE!
A forgotten OJ container, standing in the corner of a seldom used kitchen,
Begat some fuzzy black spores.

You may say that that's gross, but it crosses my mind:
What if I left it there, on the counter, for say, a hundred billion years?
Would I end up with a monkey, a dolphin, or maybe a giraffe?!

And is this what God feels like, when she returns from her nap, her ****, or wherever she's been?
Does she glance at the rancid OJ container and say, like me,
"What the heck?? Did I leave that out all week?"
And then will she, like me, carelessly toss it into the garbage??

There once was a dog, as happy as a lark,
With one small defect: he couldn't quite bark!

But one fateful day, and we're not sure quite how,
That dog met a cat - who couldn't meee-owww!

(People say they're a quiet couple.)

I'm just crazy enough
To think,
For a moment or two
That her green eyes
Can surgically heal my broken heart.

And then it hits me:
This is just the anesthesia.

Thine fligertoch froznen ech
Cucenkis chenches n xylomec,
The shlipless splood
Upon thy frosh,
With deutromic flide
and fligertosh!

O durgling narthex
And dushi dift,
Of birken shlip -
Those liqulor cractles!
Jugnot (that ye be not jugged),
Boxinuts of bumten quaggles.

Let's just face it: hai-
kus were invented in Ja-
pan and don't always...

(uggghhhhh)

The Marlboro Man,
And I, had a plan:
To ***** out desire,
With a flick of the hand.

The squarest of jaws
(And the yellowest teeth!)
And no one would see,
What lie just beneath.

Yeah, I miss that old man,
With his interstate stare,
He taught me to weather (whether?)
This life...without even a care.

Forty-seven birds,
On a line at the station.
A momentary surge,
Severed all relations.

Like food poisoning,
At a picnic.

Index cards strewn about
the table
in no particular order.
Semi-live, **** shots
of my life.