Another Dog (and Other Haikus)

Greeting Strangers

What an expression

peaked out from behind her hat

when I said hello.

 

Collage

A clip from the news;

a smile from a model,

but eyes full of tears.

 

Abandoned Tennis Court

Kids crawl through the holes

of the half-torn tennis net

on faded green paint.

 

College

Stuck in the third row

of my second seminar

counting bio-sheep.

 

Another Dog

He’s in a leash too,

leading his person down town.

Maybe I’ll say hi.

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MUSIC SERIES – The Bricklayer

I thought I’d change up Mondays for a while with poetry inspired by music. Today’s was inspired by Another Brick in the Wall, pt. 2 by Pink Floyd. Let me know what song you’d like to hear about in the comments!

 

The Bricklayer

 

I laid every dusty, red brick

of that mortar riddled school wall

like it was just another job

for my denim jeans and work boots.

 

I never asked why they hired

a prison building company

to construct their grim barricade

or why they wanted barbed wire

 

until I saw a boy staring

through the window of his classroom

at what used to be clear blue skies,

and turned back to his science class.

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LOVE POEM #90 – Drifting

Drifting

 

In the dance, when we drifted across the floor

the palms of our hands pulled one another

like two ends of the same string

entwined in the eternal knot of passion,

 

but now our drifting is done from desk chairs

that have shifted so far down the hallway

I am sitting by our double hung windows

and you are staring out the door.

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If Atlas Could Run

If Atlas Could Run

 

I wonder if Atlas could run

with all that weight on his shoulders.

 

There must have been a time

before his knees were locked in combat

with the eternal burden of gravity

that he could run about, carefree.

 

I have known such times

where the sun shines on blue skies

and Gaea’s warmth embraced my soles.

Days half-remembered from window panes

 

drinking coffee under the constellations

before the myth became reality.

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The Days Are Just Packed

The Days Are Just Packed

 

It’s like a Calvin and Hobbes comic

crawled out from the panes of the pages

and onto the rugs of my living room

just to enjoy its afternoon nap.

 

Maybe that’s what Bill Watterson understood.

That from the irony of free time

comes the iron shackles of inactivity

which chains us to the floor of our potential

 

and then when we try to pick ourselves up

the weight of our regrets pulls us back

onto the pillowy sameness of familiarity,

snuggled in tightly with my stuffed tiger.

——

 

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LOVE POEM #88 – Hotel Stop / Through the Wall

Hotel Stop / Through the Wall

 

It started with a tap,

light and fast, like a rat in the wall,

followed by a whispered echo

asking for an answer we both knew

should never have been yes.

 

Yet I tapped back,

slow and uncertain, thinking that maybe

it had just been her shuffling around

while the TV blared in the background,

and then came the knock on my hotel door.

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FIFTY WORD STORY – The Interview

The ticking of the clock was incessant. Every second echoed in Jim’s head like footsteps down an empty hallway. Every shifting seat; every squeaking shoe rattled in his ears. His knee trembled like a spooked horse, trying to escape. Then they called him, and he was off to the races.

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Cat Walk (and Other Haikus)

In the Closet

Hiding in the dark

beneath the tear-stained dresses

that dried her red eyes.

 

Nudity

It was like fine art

watching him parade around

in his ankle socks.

 

Fortnite

It took two long weeks

to pry his wired fingers

from their controller.

 

Bathing

I sank to my nose

in the warm palm of water

that held me softly.

 

Cat Walk

She walks the thin line

along the back of the couch

in her black fur dress.

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LOVE POEM #87 – Roommate

Roommate

 

I felt your heart between my fingers

beating like a heavy drum

and forgave how broken you were

when I found you on that bench

 

bleeding in the black of night

after some boy had left you

covered in sticky red bruises

that you said you deserved.

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Shot Glass

Shot Glass

 

They are like little bullets

lined in brown lead

that burns the liver

with every drop consumed.

 

When the copper taste

rolls over the tongue,

remember the six-caliber shells

you told your kids were not a toy.

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