Untitled SoC 01I light this morning's cigarettebreak in my palms gonnaone day kick this lip-bittenmemory of home and fastfood junkie hipster pop-cultivated mainstreamofconciousnessfeeling I get when I seeher teeth glint through afrown her gown reminds meof the town I used to livein full of ants and facelesslies to my ignorant eyes ofhow a culture swabs itsfilthy four-dollar shot glasspanic attacks on the war oncrime being a state ofmind-numbing back-pat patrolmenlooking to cash-in their druggiefriend next-door to thecave of misbehavior swampedwith interior desolation andmisappropriated smiles that stringtheories of grandeur mud flatsslatted together like brick-builtmortarboard coffeeshop employeescollecting to exit their fees anddebts neglected since theireducations death warranted forarrest of intelligence and apiece of paper signed awayall intents for regret; unlessthe rent is too much stressthat rest is only between my fluidbreath and the nextcigarette.
Western Haiku 04I've stared at the sun,seen all that I could not see;yet you are still here.
doing it againdo you rememberwhen summer would never endwinter does that too
LaterThe things on my mindCan wait for another meFor me just checked out
on winter sunsetsdying and beautyare not incompatiblethis world fades away
poems about nothingno nothing at allnebulous words without rhymesvague expanse of timewith cloudy intimationsfading dreams half remembered
prognosticationlife unexpectedbut not unpredictablewarnings unheeded
transient beautya perfect momentlost in the passing of timeonly light remains
Western Haiku 02The train rides emptyit creates the wind, you see.O, whisper to me.
The train rides emptyit creates the wind, you see.O, whisper to me.