I fall into
Head first
The twentieth.
I gladly wake
My shifting brows
That never had
So long to rest.
But here I think
Prepare and blink:
Head first
I charge ahead.
Month: November 2017
Jikko Café (day 2365)
Local Thai beans
In the grinder smell
So perfect for
A wakeup call.
Espresso time!
Let the day begin!
On a comfy couch
Says I within.
Looking (day 2364)
I look for you in everything
With or without wine
I can see pointed toes
Within black socks
Pulled up to the middle of your calf
And black hair
That I’ve never been able
To reach out and touch.
No heartbeat says maybe
More than your eyes
Working chopsticks
Can reach into mine,
Yet laughter didn’t mean
What I had hoped
As I sat up late
Mixing fables
With my loneliness.
So twist away,
Reach out with flexed fingertips
Where I don’t belong,
And allow me to linger here
To sort out my other side
And remember
The smile that set me free.
Arte Café (day 2363)
At Arte they’ll chill
Your city mind
An oasis for to hear
Chimes and birds
Espresso grind
And wonder
All things good
In life
The Cutler (day 2362)
Battle axe
Safety razors
Tomahawk on the wall
Cactus potted
Side by side
For a new cut
From the Cutler
Master of the scissors
I Knew a Name (day 2361)
I knew a name that blew
Wind so cruel it knew
An answer every night
Sleepless I lay out of sight
Enchanters sang
Each silhouette climbed
So dust stung my eyes
Glistening not a surprise
Drifting words
A lone wolf and my song
And I, dusty evermore.
My notes have all gone to yellow
Ageless they ring mellow
A bangle precedes each thy name
Faint hope but nothing remains
A fool’s enchanted again
And the walls are alive.
Letters in her Name (day 2360)
Letters in her name were written
Softly in his hand
Two times he wrote them out
One for each their dearest pocket.
– Could it symbolize their path?
Sequestration of thy heart –
To each thy moon
Held, succumb’d to fate
Was at thee other’s
Fulfilling sun.
Though seasons matched,
Callused hands
Caused the ocean
To remain
Disunited.
– Seasoned seas could not forgive
Even as thy beggar holds –
Placed into canals
Where roses floated softly
Sat thoughts burgeoning
As if memory’s remains
Were fertile soil
To plant new clippings
Sitting abreast.
Dagger (day 2359)
She sailed away into the sea
Cold as darkness could ever be
In one hand a compass led her on
The other a dagger for those done wrong.
She cursed the air from time to time
Forgetting where she laid her locket
A secret of heart she dared not share
A lover who danced no more.
It happened in darkness, dead of night
When two white doves flew the nest
Softly did the dagger slip
Into the ribs of what dared her on.
Some nights as fever woke her up
Swaying in her seafaring hammock
She saw a vision: reminisce
A Good-by kiss slipped out her lips.
And so in darkness the North Sea Queen
Sail set down for evening dormant
Watched the full moon reflect longing
A name she called no more.
Pigs (day 2358)
I found two pigs
Next to an elephant
Playing in the shade
Water bath
Broad leaf flowers
And a place for me to stay
Melding (day 2357)
Perhaps I’ll begin to float
Without knowing how to float,
To the sky
Without knowing how to fly.
Leaving my breath
And following my heart,
Leaving my bones
And melding
With leaves
Forever rolling,
Floating,
Not trying to be
Anything more.