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.