Sep18

If the tidal swell of human emotion Could stop this world from turning, It would’ve done so on the day The sands of his hourglass Drifted wholly into the deep. The clocks would’ve held back their tick for him, The moon stock still in waxing crescent ever more, The sun, somewhere setting, somewhere rising, eternal,…

Sep17

The Masterpiece. Oh Lord! Won’t you buy me a Mercedes-Benz… I say buy, but I really mean “gift me”, Because I want to claim the tax back, if possible. My knees are hurting, God. I’ve been down on them for fourteen hours, (I’ve been counting), And still I only have A driveway full of emptiness…

Sep16

State: Opening. I’m open. I always sought that position. Dignity thrown crudely into the back of my estate, slam down the boot, slam down superposition PARTICLES SUSPENDED Juxtaposition NITROGEN OXYGEN ARGON CARBON-DIOXIDE Breath! I start the stopwatch BUTTON PRESSED CLOSING… I’m open, as always, but the estate will pass to my child MY FIRST BORN…

Sep15

My Pilgrimage to Agincourt. The day was bright the wind just right to visit Agincourt I faced Harfleur a King poseur became a Queen’s consort we walked in pairs daydreamed affairs my soul intent to court I smiled at her her raconteur she’s my clamant resort I pledged my heart with sophist art her snub…

Morning Haiku – 65

As clouds age north-wise They gradually crown themselves With snowy white wreaths.

Sep14

The Death Mask of Cthulhu. Out of my dark dreams, my writhing insanity, A vision of death with sordid depravity. It perverts the perception of all time and space, A herald of doom with cephalapodic face. A leviathan terror rising from the deep Where it lay for lost aeons in nightmarish sleep. Now clawing its…

Morning Haiku – 64

Rising dust smudges The polished blue of the sky – a combine’s con-trail.