Sunday, June 29, 2014

Ziggurat

Cascading water
blankets the surface
of a conical brick ziggurat,
a single downward-outward sheet.

If you watch it too closely,
the bricks will lift up
and fly into the sky.

Saturday, June 28, 2014

Of the gaps

Fighting the invisible demons of airflow:
They moan and howl in bitter protest
As I pull hard on the door
To close that very
Last
         little
Bit

Chopsticks

Getting hold of some people
Is so difficult:
It's like picking up
Very soft tofu
Using very thin chopsticks

Her Touch

The subtle softness
Of a skilled touch
Applied with grace,
Pressing not much
Along my face.
But she's a stylist,
It's just her work,
Nothing personal;
Still it makes her
Twice as beautiful.

Thursday, June 26, 2014

Bluish Sky

Empty bluish sky
Where the mountaintop should be,
As if photoshopped.

Tuesday, June 24, 2014

Cloud top

Another white cloud,
High as its nearby neighbors:
Top of Mount Rainier

Thursday, June 19, 2014

Bushes

Bushes by the roadside:
someone stops to see something
hidden within them.

Tuesday, June 17, 2014

Portal

I discovered a portal...


I approached it cautiously...


Curiosity got the better of me: I reached my hand in...


I felt something visceral, twisted...

 

The world flashed...


And when I awoke, disoriented, I was back in my car right where I'd parked, everything seemingly back to normal...


But something had followed me back.




Saturday, June 14, 2014

Woman

A woman,
The woman,
The woman I can and can't understand.

A woman,
This woman,
Would give so much just for her hand.

Ah, woman,
That woman,
She'll break me with hardly a glance.

Oh woman,
You woman,
Your appeal defies the pen in my hand.

No woman!
What woman?
She fell through my fingers like sand.

Hold

A chilly rooftop evening,
A hungry man tired to stand.
A beauty compels him wait on;
A wish to hold at least her hand.

Sunday, June 8, 2014

Not so bad

This is the worst, I think.
Hands occupied driving,
I'm silently clapping
both halves
of my brain together
when the other car moves.

Mushroom Clouds

Sitting on a roof watching thunderheads grow like mushrooms
And blow away as storm-spores across the mountains that cascade
And range along the entire horizon as if they were a giant, rotting log,
Splintering to  pieces across the landscape, hemming in my city's Sound.

The wind is a constant and annoying relief, chilling the heat of the sun.
Each mushroom cap punctuating the lumpy-rugged mountain-log skyline
Is a storm for someone somewhere else to endure, or to enjoy if they're like me:

Sitting on a roof, enjoying thunderstorms regrettably only from a great distance.

migraine

migraine
eyes twitch
my brain
is taxed
dendrite
neuron
toxic
loaded
no sleep
dizzy
focus
softly
rattling
waking
ending
daytime
burden
sun is
painful
bitter
fruitless
attempts
seeking
relief
sickened
meeting
just grief
lost it
senses
clouded
judgment
hazy
thoughts all
rambled
tasered
crazy
hare brain
madly
schemeless
themeless
essence
captured

Friday, June 6, 2014

Becker

It's a thin line to walk between strength and pain
When your body is weak, your muscles misbuilt.
In exercise there's less of joy and less of gain;
But to dystrophy, lethargy adds atrophy and guilt.

Thursday, June 5, 2014

Apples in June

Apples in June:
They must've traveled backward
In time a few months

Sunday, June 1, 2014

Sliver

A nail clipping
Held up against the blue sky
Looks just like this moon.