24 March, 2010 - Haiku

Cracked lampposts hissing,
Burn - Sparking - fireflies retreat
Westward in Winter.

23 March, 2010 - Haiku

Suspended in Time,
Vehicles pause - Fleetingly,
Traffic lights Change,

22 March, 2010 - Haiku

Piercing the Skyline,
Dominoes lined Perfectly,
Buildings still Resist,

21 March, 2010 - Scalpel

"Scalpel"

Shattered bottles swept in our dusty corner,
Tangled shag rug, stained,
Covers the crumbling foundation. Dried
Moss crawling through the broken door
Overtakes my rusted exercise bike,
Grasping table legs, your puzzles - unfinished -
Creaking up hollow wooden stairs, our steps, weary,
Trudge beyond thin railings,
Rotted,
Toward tattered coats clutching splintered wood.
Smoke rises from the stove, scents of burned meals devour
Flimsy Chinese boxes tumbling toward the sink, cluttered
With grimy pans and solid sponges.
Through the throat we walk,
Penetrating
Skewed door frames; passing cracked glass paintings
Dangling from twisted nails. Torn wallpaper peels away
From sighing plaster encasement masquerading as walls.
Our march of desperation,
Ascending the drop down ladder to the cellar,
Probing our resting place's skull;
Rain pouring through the drooping roof, sifting
Through damp cardboard boxes, frantically
Searching for buried photographs - meaningless -
I recall the shrieking crows on telephone poles outside.

21 March, 2010 - Haiku

Weeds, cracking asphalt,
Threading through side streets - Broken -
Tar and oppression

Rain smacks tumbling leaves,
Wandering past empty streets,
Shield a lone stop sign.

Metal spears rip stone,
Gaping cement yawns. Barking
Splattered Directions.

20 March, 2010 - Jehanne appelée La Pucelle

"Jehanne appelée La Pucelle"

Marble eyes (chiseled perfect) stare endless,
Petrified Eternity on display,
Decrepit couples circling the statue
Daily, weekly, monthly, yearly. Decades -
Children latched to lifeless arms; carved Letters,
forgotten Pacts, wandering Promises,
Adorn stagnant limbs, snowy solid stone.
Trembling lakes assaulted by droplets of rain,
Crystal bullets riding gravel wind
Clouding glazed eyes, battering cracking lips
Lining cemented nostrils with hard gravel
Dust clouds - smokey - wrap white appendages
Bound
Immobile
Constrained,
Gravel gray cloaking the withered figure
Featureless
Sexless
Hidden and Blinded
Marble orbs in desperation Search

16 March, 2010 - Haiku

Falling, my eyes dim,
Fragile arms shielding the Shame -
No Disappointment.