(midnight drive in Marin County, CA)
The night roads glitter
like diamond bangles draped on
mist-cloaked mountain tops.
(2015)
Month: November 2016
The Brownstone on 81st Street
There’s only light in the attic
of the brownstone on 81st street,
a gaunt building cloaked in ivy
whose leaves flap their waxy wings
in the wind;
it comes from the west,
bringing winter in slow, rolling gusts.
It’s a cutting cold, and I’m missing
the warmth of your hand in mine,
though I’m learning to find
a similar heat in my own pocket.
The city skyline darkens and
the street lamps alight.
It is night,
and I’m wondering where
all my days with you
have gone.
(2013)
Hump Day Haiku #17
(King’s County, CA)
No royalty here;
We’re in a county of Kings
but I see no throne.
(2009)
The Genius Of Us
I wanted you closer than bone,
To suck your marrow and replace it with my own;
Maybe then you’d crawl inside my hollows
To make your home.
Maybe then you’d feel the low, loving tug of loyalty,
Finally stop looking and start to see
The genius of us, the ease of our chemistry,
Distilled from years of sugar into a syrupy-sweet simplicity.
Do you remember it?
I don’t want anyone else to come closer,
For no one else comes close.
How strange it is to live without,
To crave moving forward but feel the doubt
Seep and steep as I stutter over the
Language of another body:
Clutch at a shoulder blade
More pronounced than yours ever was,
Kiss at a collarbone
Much wider than yours ever was,
Pull on a head of hair
Much thicker than yours ever was.
Do you remember it?
The genius of us?
(2015)
Hump Day Haiku #16
Split me wide open
To find diffuse, refuse love
With nowhere to go
(2015)
Cat’s Cradle
loops of string
caress
the
hands
that pinch and bruise the threads
as they weave throughoneanother in silence
Child’s play
so innocent and sad
when he tugged on the contraption and it crumbled into
Nothingness
(2005)
*inspired by E.E. Cummings*
Hump Day Haiku #15
A tall mountain yawns,
creating twin peaks and a
valley in the void.
(2016)
