Saturday, January 31, 2009

how blind

blackened cloud, i
mistook you for sunlight, i
basked in your torrents.
Sneaked out the window.
He left her still on the bed.
Panting and ravished.


Friday, January 30, 2009

a snow covered world
january twenty-eighth
where did the earth go?

Thursday, January 29, 2009

i make investments
in people i love a lot
and desire requite

now, tell me stangers,
what sort of loving is that?
longing is illusion

and yet, i'm perplexed
like the calm and massive sea
still moonlight's servant

ULTIMATE SHOWDOWN

fucking prats, just sit
and stare at your shoes, forget
you i'mma shake things

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

for bonnie and clyde





the stories we've been
told of all the years before,
an eternity

horrible timing

I've always doubted.
Now ev'ryone's affirming.
I'm one sexy fuck.

Monday, January 26, 2009

chi-chi



this little panda
had escaped from the zoo in
1958
if everyone wrote
a caustic mumble before
bed, they'd fall asleep

cold feet, but warm heart
jasmine tea cozies the soul
all is well 'round here

On the Run

Four walls to hold me.
And each wall four more plus one.
NO! I'm free from SEVENTEEN!



(and "ha ha" said he)
(who saw his jail and broke free,)
( running with the key! )
We were lost, he left.
I laughed, loved. He worked, learned. Rejoined!
-- But who the wiser?

Sunday, January 25, 2009

BACK TO BARTERING







equilibrium
the pettiness of supply
and demand: FUCK IT



four years ago she
dropped from the sky and we wailed
in black. miss you, megs.

Adita


Adita claps her
hands and laughs, laughs; her two front
teeth have wiggled free.

a continuous struggle


i baked you some things
temporarily filled void
it's just your stomach

will you care today?
hugs, kisses, or lies to give?
no baked goods for you!

give a lot of love
what do i receive in 'turn?
lots of confusion

Saturday, January 24, 2009




IN THE MAIL CAME MY
ATLAS WHILE THE UNIVERSE
WRINKLED AND SIGHED, "HUSH"

jungle boy

if only i could
have you to hold, purest one,
puppy love it's true

Friday, January 23, 2009

Skeptical Weather

Warm days in winter.
A loving gift from Gaia
or tease from Jack Frost.

unusual moments

a lot happened this
week, you and you in my heart
who will win, i wonder...
I invested time
here at this company- which
I'm not sure about

The thought, which is there
Beautiful yet lackluster
Enchanting but dumb?

What have I worked for
Why should I keep working here?
Great environment...

It makes me so sad.
I can't share my talents, or
'Elitist worker'?

This is a joint venture/
Communication upgrades
might not be worthwhile...

There's much confusion
Yet I liked your company
can I do better?

You'll feel abandoned.
And maybe the company
offers what I lack.

I love many things
Which your company impedes?
Should a boy secede?



I don't want to work
Just want to bang on my drum
All day.  (Decisions)
the ego boosting 
Right Guard Extreme Power Stripe:
no longer carried.

Thursday, January 22, 2009

Retrospective Thoughts

No rhyme or reason
to your acts of treason. -- Ice
is warm beside you.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

this much is so;

chemistry, you say
well, i know all about this
both in love and life

( globalization )

politics of a
global economy, it's
not an absolute

Swimming in You

Bring me your round vase
with pinched waist, large bust, bottom up.
Soak me. Quench my lust.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

OH HAPPY DAY

in the cafe all
huddled around TVs, you
me, us--elation

tainted image

i knew you'd hurt me
thought, "if not now, when?", you know
i thought well of you

everybody wanna go to japan



"time spent laughing is
time spent with the gods," she said,

grinning all the while

Monday, January 19, 2009

POWER TO THE PEOPLE VIA METHODS OF BAKING

quiet monday jam
cookies, wished the youth of my
country cared to fight

just wondering

"what are we doing?"
i asked, you shrugged in response
"can i love you though?"
Cooking, Cooking, Cook-
ing! but not a bite to eat.
It's ironic, no?

Anonymous or Bust

Sacrifices
simply for recognition?
That just won't do. GIVE!

?

Footsie?

toes to her calf -- warm
ankle to ankle -- friction
it's my own foot -- damn

-Crabby-
reasons one, two, three
might just be that i don't want
someone to like me

Sunday, January 18, 2009

so close, but can't touch
it's right inside, but all wrong.
love is out of reach.

-Crabby-

we're so sorry

dear january
16th: we did not mean to
forget your haiku!

my name isn't tom

though my name is tom,
i am not a peep-ing tom,
i like ice cream yummmmmm

I was blessed with honesty.


"You're so mean," he said.
So I've learned to keep secrets.
Better than ever.

acid trip






where are you, friends who

care to fill bellies unknown,
bellies not your own?

Saturday, January 17, 2009

let's gather it up
in a world-size net; banish
this winter, this cold

twelve evil aliens


forget emotions

to gain mind control powers

like the aliens

Thursday, January 15, 2009

Balance

With little choice
Balance is kept from within
give all and keep soul

only so much

i am the baby
don't tell me everything
my ears can't handle

Winter Warriors 2

With armor they glide.
Headlong, brave into the fray--
They fight slopes with sleds.

(twofer!)

Winter Warriors 1

A cold breeze whistles
over the white fields of war--
Snowballs break the calm.

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

ode to boy

too much to contain
unsure of how to do so
heart getting heavy

a hut in the warm heart of africa

the room flushed with steam
we are hungry and we pray
god lives here, i think.

STUFF IT

KLUTZY, & UNSURE
TO BELIEVE THAT EVERYONE
KNEW THIS BEFORE ME

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Dreams: Out of Order

Winter midnight shift:
Days are short, my days are long.
I've broken my clock.

Monday, January 12, 2009

a bad night's sleep

dreams of pounding waves
swallowing themselves; the sound
violently wakes me
science/she is rad.
can i please still like a girl
who's not sciency?



Sunday, January 11, 2009

THE DIGITAL AGE IS GONE

dream sleep eyes weep up
another life to live not
this one; i fidget

warmth

you are the softest
if i could snuggle always
it would be with you

Sophia de Cárdenas

A lost dog wanders
the old streets at dusk. Dark fur!
--Snow has saved her life.


A lost dog wanders
at dawn. Saved again. Heated
seats make a fine bed.

Saturday, January 10, 2009

brother malcolm x

the living room breathes
a dewy yellow colour,
filling it with warmth

Winter's Baker

Layer cake of snow,
ice, and asphalt in smooth peace.
Sliced with nervous blade.

Friday, January 9, 2009

dearest thomas i did not know!

blizzard snow riding
my bicycle home,with a
tea kettle close by

finally

it's time for giggles
toes, legs, arms, hands intertwined
you smiled wide for me

friday morning

the yoga teacher
apologizes for her
high levels of stress

The Best Defense

Hot fluffy cakes of
Green and yellow guard against
Harsh cold gray winter.




(Sorry I missed yesterday!)

Typical ER

"Short of breath." "Chest pain."
"Fatal crash." "Full arrest." "Stroke."
--Three week cough, "Me First!"

Thursday, January 8, 2009

moon rock

when Michael Jackson
walked on the moon he brought back
a moon pop tune rock

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

haven't baked cookies
in over 3 weeks it seems
going through withdrawal

Hot Cold Fever :: Cool Cool Sweat

Cold winds bring friends close,
Share the sheets, bed, warmth, dusk, dawn--
Show me fault in that.
it's that time of year
for cuddles and snuggles
can i join in?
looking in mirrors
seeing muma look back at
long tendrils, coarse black

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

when a body catch a body

ice caked the car and
remembered to let them sleep
awhile till morning

TVP

I am forever indebted to this bizarre textured meat substitute.
I have always been a very textural person, but I like it most in sandwich form.
I think. Mmm.
Vegan sloppy joes 4e.

Monday, January 5, 2009

I cook food for friends
Work is dumb the pay is low
fried okra amends

Lentils

Lentils taste like shit
if you don't cook them like this:
sizzle, swoop, tssss, ploop

love at every node

Within the Great Web,
where my thoughts dribble and drift
your face is here ... there
My book of love has
orange rind eyes and a soft
soul, a woozy heart.

first morning of class
i wake up too early and
make oatmeal, salty

no hands

if i had no hands
i would wash my feet better
and hold you with them

three to four

will i ever sleep
un/alone, with someone to
hold close to and be

eye contact

now i see your eyes
i'm terrified but trying
to attach myself
"In The Beginning",
blah blah blah, blah blah, blah blah
right now i'm happy!
do you know how great
being honest and talking
to good friends can be!?

Sunday, January 4, 2009

fuck the drive-thru

mine eyes are burning
into the back of my brain,
ah sleep come to me

when im glad i wag my tail

wherever i go
around the world i pee on
bark and leave my mark


Haiku Aikyu

i was wondering
are we counting 'world' etc 
as one, two, or both?

ate oh klok klok klok

sheep, sheep, sheep
dancing over
someone else's heads.

dark cold nights

the tips of my toes
froze in winter boots- envy
my green tea burnt tongue

Saturday, January 3, 2009

cheesy i know, but i just saw the documentary

part of the weekend
never dies - maybe when i
am a real dj

(i have a cold)

i'm quick to untrust
those who reveal themselves so
flat-out, unabashed

feng shui karate

a centralized bed
makes a perfect place for a
friendly pillow fight
i miss many old friends
even amidst the new ones
but can't seem to call
my god, try to hate
these global warming mornings
bare sun on bare knees
Starcraft is not Love,
Don't try double expanding;
What if they proxy?

Friday, January 2, 2009

burn after reading

don't sweat the small stuff
jonathan edward driscoll
and it's all small stuff

hold on for a little more

the years keep coming
when i tried so hard to stop
them from falling down
knock knock who is there
Mary Lou Mary Lou who?
Mary Lou Retton
i want to wear a
pair of cashmere socks and sleep
in until five o'clock.

ANONONONOMYS

in a year, how will
i remember all that i
wrote in haiku form?
sewer was backed up
plumber said it was tampons
oh, girls, girls, girls, girls
Wait til they're away
I can't. in this hermit life.
whisper fakely night

Late I love

I am late oh well
is an empty tunnel black
over yellow stalks

Thursday, January 1, 2009

Our Friend's Dad is Drunk

mr. weadl shouts:
"the purest form of bacon!"
wine in his belly

birds, earth, and the year

Migrating birds sleep
A slumbering earth migrates
Change renews the year

raw jaw

old habits die hard
i will eat like a free rab-
bit in the dessert

A NEW YEARS DAY

eleven forty,
one dozen bagels finish
just before twelve sharp

skunk

a skunk in the hole
of a tree trunk stinking up
a fine home for squirrels