Haiku 04Fujisanages with the seasonsWhite hair in winterf.11:00:00/091231
Haiku 03A distant town,outlines in the fogon the painter's canvas.f.12:52:07/080913
Haiku 02Island of poppiesin the field of wheat.Farmer's seal.f.10:15:40/120505
KATRINALIVES A MILEfrom the sea.she is sallow as a beach.she smells like rain,or a wet earth,with pale hair clippedbehind her headwith pins.she feels as though her hairwould be black. but it isbrown, sometimesand sometimesit is colorlessblonde.KATRINAGIVES MY STOMACHa fight.she doesn't speak.she is silence.i speak at her, mostlyand her eyeslook as thoughthey've been pluckedfrom a lynxto replaceher own.they are blue around the edgesthe deep blue you findat the edge of the sea,if you've been out that far.at the center they are greenlight like a riptide.they tug you in.unmoving, and calculatingwith audacity.KATRINAi said to someone once,gave me head.she didn't.her hands are too far duginto the coast of spainfor her to reach me,far too eagerfor my composure.she'd suck me drylike her mothers didthe caspian sea,like the fields of saharaonce lush with green.she is a barefoot girl.she moans like the shorefrontin the dead of night.i've made love to
The Lone WolfThe Lone wolfHe bounds through the forestSearching for companionshipMoonlight glinting in his eyesHowling with the anger in his heartA lone vagabondWandering the world aloneGlaring at the hateful starsHowling at the laughing moonStops and listensThe souls of those pastJoin him in his searchForever guiding himNever leaving his side
Autumn....Like whispers of despair,One can hear the leaves echo their solace,Yet in their last moments they burst with color,A forest of fire and passion so intense it burns itself out almost as quick as it came,Leaving nothing behind but a memory of what it once was.....
SnowMonths grouped together like careless footstepsstroll upon the lashings accorded to me by the sun.In January I am caressed by ghostsor something as cold and invisible.They intrude upon hair, clothes; booksdampen with monstrous hand prints. Are these shells of half-dead creatures holding themselves, ancient in a cavern somewhere or tethered to the earth by thought?Bits of cloud, the flesh of heavenpicked off like a soft diseasenestle on my shoulder as if pulled from my sweater.they emerge quietly like droplets of blood. Whisper: we are the teeth of ancient things.White drift presses upon the houseand the window. Its cool breath scalesmy chin, pries open my mouth like a tenacious lover,and settles with a small sigh on the tonguelike a hiss of steam. We have made and unmade warmth.An
ElementsFire, burning with untamed rage,Destroying both fool and sage,Trapping you in flaming cage,Killing all in the age,Uncontrolled by any mage.Water, gently heal,Away agony does it peel,Pain and misery away seal,Flowing in the shimmering teal,Causing all joy to feel.Air, sweet peaceful blissBlowing with soft kiss,Calm heart tis,No more reason for hiss,Vanishes, an is miss.Earth, from which all are born,Under light of might and morn,Growing treasures are adorn,Though like all mothers, is worn,For by all, it is torn.Ice, the heart take fright,Stealing all once right,Friend to villainous spite,Bring forth panic to new height,Taking hope from sight.Lightning, holder of power,Striking in a hour,Above the rest tower,Even metal cower,Souls turn sour.Elements, balance all,Heeding only nature's call,Making others so small,At creation does maul,But keep us from a fall.
TrianglePythagoras, for all his right angles and hypotenuse, loved the mathematical beauty of music.Shall we be Pythagorean?Between our angles and planes, our curves and lines, the square root of me and the infinity of you, well fall into a rhythmic pattern that will harmonize the world.
Passion PinkDipping his brushin passion pinks I watched the sunpaint a last ode to the skywhile breathlessly kissing the heavens goodnight.
Ocean in the Skytonight,the ocean has climbed into the sky, silver-tailed fishes imitate earth’s lunar satellite and mischievous starfish cling to the ceiling beckoning us to come out and play.
In Dark Silencea pile of exiled leavesand a grief-stricken moonsetcapturethe secrets of fireflies.A stranger to gravity, sometimestrees know how to be brave,standing tallwhere the stars collide.
Elements of AutumnLeaves of autumnreleased from trees' handsBonds dieto the wind's desireNovember skiesraining fireWhile frost cover the lands