Tuesday, May 03, 2016

spring haiku 15


clarion sunlight

mute during these shrouded days

before the bright fugue 

 

Sunday, May 01, 2016

spring haiku 14


gray drizzled daylight

bathed in cumulus, nimbus

sun above, unseen

Saturday, April 30, 2016

Thursday, April 28, 2016

aftermath


run the numbers

temblor

dusk

quake

seismic

skin

aftershocks

in my blood

her

Wednesday, April 27, 2016

Tuesday, April 26, 2016

Wednesday, April 20, 2016

imagine this, or that

While driving today, I listened to "Imagine" on the John Lennon "Wonsaponatime" LP. It's a secular hymn, an ode. When I was young, I thought the lyrics were simplistic, almost trivial. Now that I am oldish, I seem to embrace the lyrics ever more. It's haunting. A lament. I wanted to pull over and weep. Why? for me? Or the planet. But I didn't. My eyes welled up, but I lumbered onward into the brilliant and lustrous day.

Yesterday, I noticed on a sidewalk the graffito "FAS." Was the writer so hurried that he or she could not complete "FAST"? Or tragically halted? Graffitus interruptus. Or was it the tag of Flemington Angus Smithson, WASP scion?

Imagine that.


Monday, April 18, 2016