Dog on a Leash (and Other Haikus)

Legos

My fingers fumble

to click the blocks together.

Where’s the yellow brick?

 

The Move

Staring at the space

where a sculpture used to stand;

now just an imprint.

 

Soil

Between specks of dirt

I can hear the solemn songs

of forgotten souls.

 

Cloud Nine

I forgot I walked

all the way down this hallway

when I held your hand.

 

Dog on a Leash

You’ve strangled my hand

hoping that for a second

I’d let you escape.

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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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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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The Golden Apple

The Golden Apple

 

It’s a wonder Paris could choose

who would get the golden apple

when I can barely part with one

that has red and yellow spots.

 

Yet he thrust it into the palms

of the porcelain god Venus

without a pause to consider

the empty pit in his stomach.

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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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FIFTY WORD STORY – Jello Legs

The door looked like it was a mile away. The orange sky was quickly fading, and with it Jon’s strength to move. He lurched past the desks, struggling to keep his footing. By the time he got to the door, he wasn’t sure if he could find his car beyond.

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Cat in the Night (and Other Haikus)

Talk

We have gone so deep

I can feel the cool grip

of dreams at my feet.

 

A Happy Poem

It started with rain,

pooling as the water ran

down the grey sidewalk.

 

Iris

Gazing in your eyes

past the warm ebon guile

to a lonely heart.

 

Oh

Just one syllable

slipped between these solemn lips

followed by silence.

 

Cat in the Night

You crept on the bed

and curled beneath the folds

of my comforter.

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FIFTY WORD STORY – The Corpse

The sour smell of the corpse rose through the air. It smelled of feces and dirt, though the snow gave it the bite of icy wind. The blood had faded into a deep brown with time, and when he finally wrenched the body free, it seemed to whisper, “come back…”

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Left at Home (and Other Haikus)

My Necklace

It’s not a burden

though the weight that it carries

could down a mule deer.

 

Skiing

The cut of white snow,

shifting beneath the black skis,

sharp as cool steel.

 

Tumbling

A twist of red pain

stabs through the knee like a knife

till it’s ripped away.

 

Still Water

Sparkling with stars;

disturbed in the calm blackness

by a moonlit fish.

 

Left at Home

The black dog is home

staring through the dark windows

thinking I’ve left him.

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