Dream A Little Dream

I rarely see the world’s golden glow
the way it is meant to be seen —
my eyes do not work that way
anymore

I see shadows play on asphalt &
sometimes a little light
shining through concrete cracks
while I do not rush the rush
& pretend to notice
all the colors.

– constant –

The One That Got Away

I fell through the moment —
even though I clung to it
with everything I had.

letting go is easy, you said,
when you are not used to holding on;
I try to imagine
how it feels.

– present –

(Dis)illusion(ed)

I found my plea(sure) building
with the jingling of your keys &
the front door’s stutter.

how thoughtful of you
(not) to leave me be(hind).

– insist –

|In|sanity

a thin, red line hides |in|sanity —
just to paper-cut those strands of hope
when you stray too far.

never will you notice
the sharp sting of heartbreak
when you are used to the shards

& the echo of your footsteps
will not seem less hollow
on this side of the story.

– cavity –

Rush Hour (Haiku)

I could shed my skin
in stagnant (excuse me!) rain —
stick figures rush by.

– forlorn –

Far Off Shore

I remember when
the first words out of my mouth
were not infested by
meandering termites &
my tongue still
felt alive

I remember when
fortune was not just
a four letter word —
but a one way ticket
to favored utopia

I remember when
there was still
laughter in the rain &
my hand did not stray from
touching yours.

– age –

A(path)y

all his qualities came
in varieties of neon black;
neatly folded
into the creases of her exuberance.
her smile faltered
on the morning of their third year
& when push came to shove,
she shoved.

– black –

Of Birds And Bees (Haiku)

in the end, even
your voice was a roundhouse kick —
we started out soft.

– gingerly –

The Man Who Sold The World

you did not even care
how badly I did the robot;
you were bad, too —
perfecting that boyish grin

& you would kiss me
far beyond the music;
& you would kiss me —
still.

– dancing –

Ten Little Toes (Haiku)

your spark ensures that
my feet never touch the ground —
nineteen eighty-eight

– faint –

The Impeccable Soles Of Batman’s Shoes

Batman would not have
taken the bus today &
stepped in someone else’s gum
but
my own shoes
do not fit anyone else
& my magic potion
still just tastes like coffee.

– Panacea –

Way Past Halloween (Senryu)

crusty, is it not?
should have bought better candy —
are you still scrubbing?

– Egg –

(Pr)oxygen Twins (Haiku)

in your mind I breathe
the callous enigma that
gave birth to us both

– Proxy –