5 June, 2009 - Haiku

Raindrops brightly gleam
Upon the magnolia,
Blades grinding closer

4 June, 2009 - Mirror Haiku

Morning rolls with pride,
The between hours fade out,
Night blankets the sky

Night blankets the sky,
The between hours fade out,
Morning rolls with pride

3 June, 2009 - Haiku

Quicksand pulls with force,
Draining the forest daily
Into nothingness.

2 June, 2009 - "Child Perched Atop the Tree"

"Child Perched Atop the Tree"

Nights float by, blending into days.
Pastels on the Earth's surface, blurring.
Mountains wash over waves, trees snap,
Red spills slowly over dense forests
In midday suns as rain cleans the canvas.

Canvases cleared for the next artist,
Perhaps for the next cans to knock over
Or another paint brush to fall off the shelf.
A bristle, at least waiting for a bristle.
Unattended and unacknowledged,
The linen becomes the breeze.

1 June, 2009 - Haiku

Dew upon the grass
Evaporates each mourning.
Children shriek and starve.

31 May, 2009 - Haiku

One lamp burns nightly,
Holding vigil through Summer,
Negating the Stars.

30 May, 2009 - Untitled

Thrice through the night the clock blasts,
Waking the dead, walking with vigor
Past bustling cities and farms so vast
As Cain's child cuddles the trigger.

May 29th, 2009 - Haiku

Vultures peck, with Love
Upon the Sleeping child
Whispering new Truths-

May 28th, 2009 - Commercial Interruptions

"Commercial Interruptions"

Game shows roll across snowy screens,
Hissing and spinning nightmares.
Contestants clutch new furniture,
Wheel sofas inside cramped ranchers
Pressing against jammed doors,
Locked windows.
Talk shows turning up lost children,
Forgotten parents,
Mistresses of the plumber’s wife.
Stained glass windows shine,
Lighting precious china, golden candles.
Prizes, presents, and prisoners
Lovingly arranged and showcased,
Placed on shelves in suburban homes,
Suffocating hallways and cluttering cabinets.
Midday rides inside on a thoroughbred stallion,
Swords swinging like children in a playground,
Terrified tears trickling past a plastered grin
When a soap opera begins
And a teacup falls.

May 27th, 2009 - Rainy Evenings in Bastrop

Rainy Evenings in Bastrop

Memories remain stagnant and deep,
Perfectly lurking, gathering, growing
Graves lining the congested street
Lights spilling over roses in pavement.

Laughter swims past sad lamp posts
Standing guard as footsteps silence the night.
Flames light a broken grove,
Teenage hands gently claw out kittens’ eyes.

March 27th, 2009 - "Evening Scenes Performed inside the Ford"

“Evening Scenes Performed inside the Ford”

He holds me, my Father, rocking me lazily,
Whispers find my ear, overflowing compassion,
Confidence flowing inside my crystallized veins
Delivering, lethargically, signs of slow smoke.

Down, through clouds, I fall. Divine eyes scanning His Earth
Lovingly fixed upon huddling, famished masses.
Penetrating fluff, breaking seams, dodging jet planes
He gently guides me, with safety, to His surface.

He spies on me weekly, sending cards on Christmas,
Assuring me of His presence every Easter,
Calling me on weekends with unwavering care.
His glory eternal, always necessary.

Up, in chains, I search. Judges gazing upon me.
Sun rays caress my scalp like fingers holding coal.
Crowds shout as I, with a son’s confidence, confess:
I shot the Devil. And the blade fell.

March 24th, 2009 - "Battery Park, Flat Twelve in Gateway Plaza"

“Battery Park, Flat Twelve in Gateway Plaza”

One: Woman average height,
Drop the sheath down the front, hold the towel.
Thread the needle and sew.
Number Two: Man average height.
Slice and stitch, dispose of excess in jar,
For skin lost patch as needed.
Pull the lever, send the man, the women.
Elderly man, number three, skin sagging.
Raise arms, insert pins, tug the face,
Smile, always smile.
Number Four: Aged Woman, over weight.
Barren and dried up, productivity down.
Left, send her left and Reevaluate.
Number Five, Number Six: Couple,
Both balding and destitute
Decaying in town, reassignments needed.
Homeless woman, Number Seven.
Medicate, Educate – wait,
Gauge response or Dispose.
Number Eight: Man, middle aged.
Waiting – Working, without direction,
Starving nightly, Drinking hourly.
Number Nine: Woman, barely.
Sexless and Diseased, walking Porcelain
Ready to smash when Pushed.
Push the switch, send the woman, the men.
Number Ten: Boy, sixteen and innocent.
Science, Sports, and Sex, all removed,
Stripped and sewn, stunted in Development,
Slowly Straying from Society,
Shackle and Sedate, use Force.
Number Eleven: Child, obese.
Gender gone, Plaster applied
Brutally Kind, Locked aWay.
toddler, number twelve, inferior,
deficient, indecent, cowardly,
useless, and strangled, sadly surviving.
Number Thirteen: Baby.