Sunday, January 31, 2010

Lunes Are Americanized Haikus

Children are adventurers
Pushing through all known boundaries
Braving this world.

A lune is the Americanized form of the haiku, instead of 5-7-5 syllables it is 3-5-3 words.

Monday, January 25, 2010

Passing On

Sidewalk chalk and soft high grass,
like all things good,
this too shall pass.

To leave you remembering,
Trembling, yet still
Reminiscing on youth and of freedom of will.

Blinded by the White

I try desperately
to save dreams
on shores rough with
sands of worn down hope.

They lie unremarked,
their bare bones
as white as blank paper,
as blank white minds
of paper white men,
unable or unwilling to see
the stories of anyone but themselves.

Sweet Sweet Honey

Oh honey bear,

why do you cry
as you stare from my window
each day and each night.

Oh honey bear,

why do you sob
as I run from home
as I turn the knob.

Your sweet tears stick you to this place
perhaps you wish not to escape,
but to stay,
enjoying beauty I ignore.

Monday, January 11, 2010

On nights when winter stops

You can trust,
that on nights when winter stops us star gazing
I will keep you warm,
building explosive constellations behind your eyes.
Doing so to compensate,
to satisfy celestial yearnings,
to fly among the stars
mouth ajar, eyes skyward,
pupils dilated, muscles tensed,
arms flailing.

Floundering against the overwhelming nature of galaxies,
Solar systems consisted of orgasms and the sounds of petting.
Licking, Kissing, Pulling, Sighing.
Rough enough to feel shared sweat pooling on torsos, on the skin between joints.

In my head, I see us rocking this world’s eyes wide shut.
In my head, you are a wandering cowboy, a lion, a priest.