haiku and other animals

Month: November, 2011

the screen too bright already I’ve spilled my coffee where’s the reset


this table once visited by birds in the forest


One liners

one paper crane on top of a larger one the body’s thresholds


for no reason a song spills out of me as I recycle this cold grey morning


walking between autobiography and nonsense I stop on my walk to murder the sunset


gulping my drink like a man just found in the desert why can’t I be more like George Clooney


trying to join the great the conversation I take a breath someone beats me to it again



torn piece of paper with half a list stopped short by the old tree suddenly red


24 seconds still on the microwave I’m getting old


talking about back in the day the acid, the crystal, the breeze through the last leaves


just three almonds in morning light I should draw them


more garbage trucks clash clatter fill the land with all the broken things