The foreign tourist
non-fluent in English speech,
conveniently.
Forced Hot Water
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Thursday, July 21, 2011
The Seeing Eye (Haiku)
The elephant's mind
never forgets its poor sight-
or its kind kanine.
A Haiku for the wonderful picture prompt from Bluebell Books...
Short Story Slam Week 6-Children's Literature
Night-Vision
The bones of maples dance in meditation
to the hum and buzz of the earth turning.
They sway slightly
and
slowly
brushing the bellies of the atmosphere.
Monuments of molecules
tremble and shudder
under
the ominous pressure of gravity.
They harness a secret
swirling in their guts-
that if the song falls silent
the universe will have no choice,
but to parish within the rain.
to the hum and buzz of the earth turning.
They sway slightly
and
slowly
brushing the bellies of the atmosphere.
Monuments of molecules
tremble and shudder
under
the ominous pressure of gravity.
They harness a secret
swirling in their guts-
that if the song falls silent
the universe will have no choice,
but to parish within the rain.
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
What Do You See In Me?
I see the fastgossiptalking you
whose sentences crackle like brushfire-
after too many cans of diet coke
and a busy day
full of assholes and errands-
leaving you flustered
and beautiful.
I see the messy-haired you
who falls asleep so easily
and when wakes
in the abyss of night,
barely whispers my name
(a record 22 times)
to see if I am restless too.
I see the detached and frightened you
who builds walls
to cover the trails
of her thoughts and fears-
so that I may climb the vines
that defend them-
to candidly witness
your bewildered glances.
whose sentences crackle like brushfire-
after too many cans of diet coke
and a busy day
full of assholes and errands-
leaving you flustered
and beautiful.
I see the messy-haired you
who falls asleep so easily
and when wakes
in the abyss of night,
barely whispers my name
(a record 22 times)
to see if I am restless too.
I see the detached and frightened you
who builds walls
to cover the trails
of her thoughts and fears-
so that I may climb the vines
that defend them-
to candidly witness
your bewildered glances.
Reading Comprehension
Leafing through the pages of my life
I found a picture of you
tucked in the binding,
marking a chapter
that I could never seem to finish.
I found a picture of you
tucked in the binding,
marking a chapter
that I could never seem to finish.
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