Los Angeles breeze
weary leaves heavy with dust
nails of my fingers
chewed down to bloody chipped stubs
agony and mind control
GoDogGo Cafe Writing Prompt
home stretch haiku
cup
tightly
like
a
momma
cat
firmly
cusp
my
soul
you
are
the
key
that ruthless city
if a trail could be found to his beating heart it would be through his ears
the sounds of giant groaning flares flying moons shooting stars music of the cosmos
my voice is not a song it merely croaks and moans steeped in manly brick and mortar
inside the blinding glare of chiming heavenly beings are lively rays displaying all
down to his change cup inside the saxophone case on the shadow washed asphalt somewhere in that ruthless city
when women pray
it happens any time
in any place
around the universe
and even under ground
where they bury us
or in jars
where our chemical composition
lays just there in a powder
when women pray
they are really talking
across wet streets
between cars
right on the division line
of light and dark
they really get into it
a rhythm only she angels can hear
the he angels
they’re pictures on Valentines
sent to Hank Bukowski
when women pray
they think of everything
dirty diapers pregnancy tests
pubic hair the national crime rates
they think of their breasts
the bruises by their mate
the love of a mother
the words not really carefully thought through
but the universe gets the gist
cars come and go
rush hour in the heart
fear and joy at being alive
when women pray
music dances off their tongues
penetrating embankments
concrete or otherwise
the lilts and little valleys
in their vocal chords
algorithms to the stars
when i pray
i pray for a strength like theirs
why have we forsaken we
when in living off the twilight
inside the erosion of my mind
sometimes i snap sharply from my American
airconditioned nightmare
the balance of me
realizing my internet speed
was a negative impact
on some email or another
the twilight lit up
soon enough when heavy fueled Fedex trucks
delivered my pampered cats’ designer litter
the pipeline took by cyber rooks
named after a Stan Lee caricature
tired from tapping orders and griping
of how the strain in my eyes
wont let me binge watch
zombies and madonnas later tonight
when living in the hologram of prescriptive mindfulness
a new normal cast upon my head
no longer should i be disturbed
and once the tiny caffeine shots
have done their job
all major asshole media cocks
begrudgingly agree
that the Arabs are bombing the Jews again
slapping of wrists from the lips in the oval coffin
my spirit starts to sit upon my couch
the people of my mother
the people of my neighbors
the people who bother no one
in their daily toil to survive
to see their little ones grow
my attention pulled out
looking out the front door
quasi worried about the power grid
the electrical giggles sprouting
from kindergarten kiddos
sadden my heart
why have we forsaken we
two feathers
before this moment
i didnt want to kiss your lips
stroke your cheek or bury my pain in your hair
before the moon put on her gown to hide the scars paparazzied by the sun
i didn’t want to hide in that deep well of your warm strong arms for fear of being sold down that cold toxic emotional river
before you before tomorrow before my death two feathers from your wings fell into my poisoned dream turning them into golden keys opening a paradise
where the dusk of the living sighs
You higher power
Holy Ghost
Dove of Peace
Lord of Abraham
i have always loved You
not in a temple home
or candles steeples crowns of thorns
i’ve loved You through his venomous smile
the flowers on the bush deathly sour
the raindrops of my heart
through the ruffian storm of my disease
the nails that bind me to this salt
that seasons human behavior
gawking at birds pinned in the drowsy sky
dots of tenuous freedom
i’ve loved You through his lips of lies
midnight dips
of hazed oblivion
through my veins i thought of You
hollering the choked mangled Hallelujahs
i have always loved You
on beds of death
i’ve laid my head to fester
my lips quivered caving inward
the name of the unobtainable Highest
cardboard hallowed sidewalk snares
i’ve loved You
fearful through the steps i took
where the dusk of the living sighs
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
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
words less spoken 