The unspoken
between us
is a library
that never opens.
I stand on its stairs and wait.

Closer to being right here
than cast out of memory
the scent of early summer
brought you back.
There among the tombstones
a small resurrection.
"Love never dies" you said
"but lies here waiting".
It's too soon to mourn
for what we've never lost.

Why have a bite to eat
And then **** yourself?
One would think
Even that small fete
Might be pleasure enough,
Your hand gripping the spoon,
The knife in its proper place.

Wisdom of Haiku:
Say only what must be said,
leave the rest silent.
________

'Merican Haiku:
If it don't fit just break off
A piece and force it.

{To have your head stuffed full of memories that FEDERAL LAW forbids you to talk about}

"YOU're OKay"
I say,
right before
YOU aRe
NO MORE.

Because I always
Miss You,
My Pain Scale
Starts at Two

A cat is a chaos landmine sweeper.
He may or may not have tripped that mess,
but he doesn't care about an alibi.

-
If there were better signs along the Road
-
Fewer people would get Lost.
-
You complain to the Government
-
But hear Nothing in reply.
-
No one ever Said
-
Life was a Democracy.
-
But wouldn't it Be nice
-
To have a little Representation
-
For what Taxes us?
-
I've been in the Ditch too many times
-
To Drive with my eyes shut anymore.
-
All you have to do is Pull over
-
To the Emergency lane a few times,
-
See the Look in the faces of those
-
who have no idea Where to go next
-
To reinterpret the Directions
-
of the Maps you've been given.
-
Just one good Sign might be enough.
-
If you're white knuckle Staring
-
Down an empty Road
-

There are Long Things in the days
That have neither words nor ears
nor do mythologies tie them
to normalcy.
Spared we few who neared but
not going in bear
the marks of tribal ascent;
trophies of glory
turned scars of
silent defeat.

A Sparrow crashed against my window
as I was writing this line.
Outside, soft and warm
in my hand it disappears,
leaving behind only metaphor,
which I put down
                                                 Here
for later use.

Some things, like a hole in a tooth cause pain on reflection.
Best to just let it be.
Yet the mind has a tongue of its own.

Filling your day distracts but is no remedy.
The cure for a root canal
Involves lobotomy.

At least until you learn to live,
with what's Not there
anymore.

Sparrow
..............thoughts
...............................fli­t
among the rafters of my subconscious

Leaving
.................little
...................­......droppings
on the floor of my brain.

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