On his way out the door Bonnie kisses Clyde goodbye / and says in her quiet voice, y’know, that voice, / “Hey Honey, pick up some money at the bank / on your way home, will ya?”
Will you help to keep the flame alive? The tip jar is always thankful.
micropoetry/ haiku/
And senryu and nano and quanta… nevermind… splendidly short.
Are we beggars now?
Are we beggars now? Must we beg for peace?
—from whom?
The War-Men have no peace to give.
.
Published in: “3201 e’s” 2018
Isness
I am
as you are
as God is
Faith
There is a second version with “as Allah is” in the 3rd line.
Star blue sky
Waking, right eye first, along the pillow line,
through the dark, and where the curtains part—
for a moment, clarity—a star blue sky.
Published in: “3201 e’s” 2018
I looked up and saw a star
I looked up and saw a star. And then another.
I traced the light of some small piece of rock or ice.
It might have been space junk but could have been a satellite.
No way to know for sure. The moon was over there.
Published in: “3201 e’s” 2018
Nuthin’
Shucks! That ain’t nuthin’—
I seen bigger— Way bigger!
I mean— The Entire Space Building!
Published in: “Letter to the White Imbongi” 2013
Butterfly
Oh—Butterfly!
Unfolding folding—Away!
Up up down up—Ha!
Salty
Salty chips
Creamy dips
Licky lips
Published in: “Poems for Relationships” 2017 as “Grace”: “3201 e’s” 2018
You sit, you stand, you read
You sit, you stand, you read
the news. How marvelous
that you do not weep.
Published in: “3201 e’s” 2018
Head bowed.
Head bowed. Homeless.
What a heavy load
He carries.
Saw him crossing a street in LA.
Published in: “3201 e’s” 2018
Father
Father,
how shall I atone
for sins so deep
that Satan
weeps
Published in: “souls arriving” 2006 as “Magi”: “Between Music and Dance” 2013, “Magi”
main street underworld
belts hung with trampled halos
trammeled souls
t-shirts taunting— PROPERTY OF HIM
Frost 1
It’s snowing
Crows racing, caw-calling
Old hemlocks waiting
A ‘ku-esque prequel to Robert Frost’s “Dust of Snow.” Published June 2020, SpillWords Press.