First day of June…
spent lemon, clotted
in coffee grounds
☯️
Watching the stars,
scratching my balls…
twilight cools purple
☯️
Elevator–
old man won’t board…
only sighs
☯️
Old man’s pucker
taken shape around
the smoke
☯️
Hand sanitizer
drying on my thumbs…
fan blowback
☯️
Four elements!
(but we each take turns
playing fire)
☯️
I’ve nicked
the other nostril, shaving…
moonrise
☯️
Rain raps again
having waited out
daylight’s petition
☯️
Squashing the trapped moth–
well, I couldn’t let it
starve to death
☯️
Stuffy bus,
blue in the little girl’s eyes…
her pink mask
☯️
This week’s too long…
snow piling on the mail
left Tuesday
☯️
The statue–
worn nose, mischievous smile…
cracked eyelids
☯️
One mirror
in one room,
a long way from my mind
☯️
tanka:
The one-hundredth time
I here lay down my head
I might have known
or suspected, something…
(not now)
☯️
Mid-June…
a blue-brown butterfly
mired in compost
☯️
I can just tell
by the swell in her mask
when she smiles
☯️
Too tired to move
I watch the moth flit
against one window
☯️
Near midnight,
metal clangs concrete…
a dropped barbell?
☯️
Downtown…
purple rose tattoo
on the militant
☯️
I cannot cry for
the plaster saint
on the crooked stool
☯️
A hot night,
the mailman’s finally come…
after 7
☯️
A hundred and ten…
one ant chases another
up the pillar
☯️
The boy
hides the ball behind his back…
stopped clock
☯️
