Haiku #5

Late for school again 

Today hot mushrooms are served 

Immaterial 

Haiku #4

Cold feet on wet sand

Sea gulls soar through salted air 

Memories of nori

The Map Behind Your Eyes

The tale of the tune,

The trail of the moon,

All roads contend the 

Means to the end. Your  

Path you defend, or then 

You pretend

You knew all along  

T'was your secret swan song 

That you sang as you slept, 

And the gypsy was wrong. 

Haiku #3

A graveyard, candlelit 

Race the wind with flaming hand

Blinking spirits plead

Doubtful Explosion

I left a wreck 

My missing mistress 

What happened next?

My total role unwrapped 

And plastered on plastic 

I recall but not 

All 

She was waxing fast 

Polishing the past

We’d come but, 

No,

We’d gone and then 

The hose

And the signs behind 

Nearer, clearer?

No,

Our time was ticking 

Taking place…

No, 

We fled, reeling

Trading places 

Wiping traces

What did?

Was?

She waxed so fast 

But 

The future?

Fields of sutures

My missing mistress is 

All I recall, doing her

Duty

Bent, fecund and fruity

And then she blew or

Did I?

A fuse?

Or a ruse of Time…?

Haiku #2

Somewhere behind me 

Gaps in the leaves, windy holes

A stone finds water

Haiku #1

Gazing at the sea

The waves ignore enqueries 

Like the thoughts of rocks

Transmission

Here I lie on 

The far side of why

Nursing my heart turned 

To stone in what 

Passes for my home.

But that’s also a lie 

When there’s only 

I 

So I became an 

Aerial, while I’ve still 

Time before my burial.

I tune my thoughts to 

The emission of my

Emotions in all 

Directions, with scant

Hope that your powers

Of detection can pick 

Up my transmission, 

My total submission 

To you and the chance 

That you’ll come back,

Undo the fission, my

Fatal commission,

When I split a whole 

With one damned act,

Becoming but half,

Losing my soul and 

Dooming myself to 

Eternity on a rack.

My Threnody

Staying alive by holding stone-cold hands with a ghost. When the light frightens, close your eyes.

When the night tightens, say goodbye.

The view from the peak of Lonely Mountain astounds but there is no sound for the air's too thin, too thin and sheer to hide your hideous grin of naked fear, your true self come for one last look, a final sight for your soul to carry as a small balance to steady the ship--then Panic boards, the engines roar and off you soar for an eternity of flight.…

Again We Wake

Again we wake 

This blessèd night 

Your thighs do grasp

My soul so tight and 

As you squeeze and I 

Respond 

'Cross our secret 

Hellespont, your 

Moan I suck unto 

The skies, 

Your wet seduction 

Sweet balm applies

To stiffened member 

Which does work

Your pleasure, oh so

Keen, that 'tween it 

And pain in joy

You scream.   

For you inspired, m'lady,

A lust required to 

Open up your

Second lips, their juices 

Sweet and salty flow 

From out your kisses 

Down below.

Slough The Husk

Slough the husk, broach the sky!

Through dewdrop sundered sun I 

Fly, ever higher heights I spy

As I scheme

To fracture heaven's dome. 

To leave but Night

Which I'd cross alone,

With tortured mem'ry

Search for home.

The Woman

The woman doth 

Damn with faint praise 

Her ends to achieve. 

To right 

Some imagin'd wrong 

From sinister years remember'd. 

The mem'ries, false and hard,

Do by warp and weft deceive; 

Past's tapestry unravels fast,

Present's will does wipe it clean, 

Replacing fact with ill-willed dream. 

Ego, id and all between 

Lie isolate as Judith 

Does depict the scene.

The Cardinal Point

Grip your ribs then

Rip, and so expose 

The lodestone that

Is yours alone:

Your heart, the pulsing 

Magnet of your soul.

Now feel the keening wind

That blows so cold,

Nature’s Novocaine to

Dull the pain as you 

Explore the gleaming 

Contents, the slime and 

Shine, of your wet  

And throbbing core.

But as you probe,

Peel back the films

That lie in layers 

‘Neath your skin,

Can you find your 

Body’s clock? Your 

Will that felt as solid 

As a rock? Does your 

Digging cause to appear

The conscience that you 

Thought so clear, so

Clean, without a smear?

And what clammy cavity 

Did enclose your moral 

Compass? Did wet fingers

At last expose the 

Glistening vault that 

Did it encompass?

Now that you’ve undone 

The zipper of your 

Torso with more care

Than Jack the Ripper, 

Have you learned at least 

That there’s no magic in  

The meat separating

Man from beast?

Even if you emptied all,

Every organ did remove 

‘Tween your breastbone

And your spine, you’d

Never find the key to 

Man, for both the lock

And key are but ghostly

Goals, dreams on deposit,

Invested by the human 

Race in the mem’ry

Banks inside the space 

Wherein you reside and 

Which you’ve chosen 

To call your mind. 

All Things End…

It is simple:

You shall never know what you have lost 

Because you never knew what

It was you had.

Think no farther, for 

There is no future.

Deception

“Deception” is 

Indeed a slippery word,

Its definition depending 

Upon its perception,

Meaning one thing 

If it’s seen and 

Quite another if

It’s heard.

Your understanding eye 

Believes it sees “to deceive”

But your ear does not lie

When it receives to “de-sieve.”

To “de-sieve” is to blend 

Together, to recombine the 

Discrete bits of a broken 

Whole and, in so doing, let 

That which was shattered,

Dismantled and scattered,

Reunite and begin to mend.

So, after that rambling amble, 

Perhaps ‘tis time to 

Ask whether “deception”

Might not, as a word,

Be due a more positive 

Reception?