wallflower
blush
in
the
beam
of
Venus
eyes
hide
from
an
angry
Sun
haiku for blushing girl
Depression
insecurity haiku
love it hurts me so
never knowing where to go
on lines of his palm
in the hollows
warm like wool blanket cream like gypsy wall boundaries with lust but never really captivated some shelter only in the head down the road of night relays morning light squinted are all eyes to cold soggy existence
dying calla lilies
quiet night traffic far away
every now and then a pup yelps
a wayward bird sings outside my bedroom tree
on book table black pressed wood
furniture of wayward youth
thrift store jar where my heart lives
a pair of dying calla lilies
representatives of shifts in life
into a phone i type feelings that should have been spoken many years ago
supple tender gentle were my hands
reaching up to the hearts of men
and discovered as i pulled back empty bleeding stumps that they had no love to give me
thursday morning
it’s cold
fog morning
cemetary waking up
birds pitch black
mean beaks hell song
yellow eyes like jewels at antique store
flowers stand at ease
giants among the remains of someone’s mother
peace thriving in the land of make believe
worms yawn loudly
slipping in the dew
sky pewter gray
tufts of pink and baby blue
like your dilated pupils
that still seep into my miserable days lowering the golden bamboo blinds
the strong black coffee obsidian in my cup
gaping for molasses
amber golden brown from Canada
Neil Y nameless horses guitars and essence of sand
i sip and i wonder
a moment
to just be alone
in my room
quiet
to just remember if
i have felt
loved
but just alone was
irrefutable proof that
i
had never been like
i was told
always
yet like a fool
i wept stained
silence
Norma’s haiku
eyes
quiet
thoughts
are
thunder
heart
so
tender
strong
super
nova
star
smog pink shanks
there’s five green apples golden freckles on their skin
heater on cozy my hands icy
coffee molasses ice sugar cubes
glass tinted Armenian style
chest gentle heave breasts not in confinement
feet bare electric black polish on crooked toes from walking too early
eyes looking particularly nowhere
thinking about wishing to feel like a Michael Stipe song
standing fingertips wipe eyes from tears
Nina Simone where are you
ashtray heavy crystal lead a junk store whimsy buy
looking south outside the window
buildings tall short stout
like the teapot in that song
this linoleum floor where feet are flat
i witness her smog pink shanks
good morning Los Angeles
broken heart again haiku
my face here always
when i love i love blindly
heart used against me
welcome back tonight
welcome back tonight you sad and pale wolf moon
i thought we were through
pacing and sinking i wrestled you out
only to find you in my heart
why do you come wolf moon unmovable fool
you are a life sentence
when i got born you were there to receive me
when peace took a powder
both faces of the clock urge me to tell you
welcome back tonight you sad and pale wolf moon
will you stop my doubt
i’ll keep pushing you outside
let me lie alone by this brook of dwindling despair
Billie with her lamenting mouth around midnight noon
“I’ve got those Monday blues
Straight through Sunday blues”
welcome back tonight you sad and pale wolf moon
sitting on rooftops you toast your light
on my wild girl hair
with my fingers cramped pull up a comet
lay your silver fire on me
don’t hide away after our tasting
who fell into whose clutches
welcome back tonight you sad and pale wolf moon
words less spoken 