MIRROR

my throat rumbles a
deep husky blue, i could sing
until dawn turns in

like nico, echo
her voice in stars, millions
of butterflies sink

into sunny days
peach pie & lemon pops give
ME WHAT YOU HAVE GOT

No Rumble Tumbles!

my worry is that we're all

sad and self-centered

gosh the board's too thin

quit now, tools'll cause splitting...

a glass of water?

) =

Bitches

fit so snug in my
S-curves --front and back -- but peel
away for a treat.

i don't know i don't
know i don't know i don't know.
it's all i can say.

This Is What He Wanted?

Is it possible
that one could so coolly doom
himself -- willingly?

Like McCartney's Jude
who, acting cool, plays the fool --
life cracks around him.

raspberry

jingle-jangle my
hot skin//wind-licked hair wrapped all
around my sleepless

Man vs Machine

Blood, oil, sweat -- pool.
Frustration burns, muscle strain.
Iron bends -- beaten.

Raisin Bran

Beautiful purple.
My heart quickens with your sight.
Two scoops -- greatest gift.

highlights

keeping up with these
appearances makes for a
splendid lying streak

for my 21st,

mom bought a ceramic mug

and it symbolized

eye-dropped-it-shattered

mom can't equip me? I failed?

phew- our love is good.

Turning Cycles

Spin free and catch air.
Thick hair, like a windsocks, floats.
Oaks look on in awe.

SWOON//SONG

lusty voices thrown
over shoulders, reunion
of old-soul seekers

a fine romance of
jello and gin, cheek to cheek
fred nina ella

KABOOM!

Tripped a booby trap
landmine, coming on too strong.
- No easy way out. -

Unknowingly I
planted those mines myself. Tread
light, - come out alive. -

Sun Dawning

Does anyone else
hear the robin sing a tune
after stormy nights?

nostalgia is a blessing or a curse

blanketed in old
soft moments: a first kiss, a
tiny clover, plucked.

take me to solid ground

please tell me where i
can find some certainty, just
a small bit of truth?

zing went the strings

primary building
blocks the periphery v.
the center: at odds

The Drive

Rain cooled wind strives in
vain to whip the smile from
beet red face. -- Drive on.

Dry Sea Winds

SCIROCCO

With renewed gusto

he stormed cross country, carved the streets. --

Pedal down, bucket seats.

i bled, you shivered
in that cold murky water,
but we made it home.

what to do?

it's not as it seems,
everything bright-eyed is a
bit weary inside

of the universe
tucked under beds & old charms,
is resounding truth

pictures to come

Roofing with Richard
and Carolyn. T'was chilly --
so we donned sweaters.

tomae-cho

Today! Oh the sun
Cycling all the way there
Wind dances with me

tsunezumi

Dandelion whispers
The Children, they scream
Daiderobou stalks

how do they do it?

Oh people married decades:

my feet are on fire!

i fail at love, true.

but after a few mistakes

i'll be back at it.

(i failed at love, true.

but after a few mistakes

i'll be back) Kleene star.

it's not "oops- lost it!"

it's erase your phone number

delete all emails

that's a start, but now

I need to get back in this

back on some front lines

she can boil it down

I'll have the fish with
a side of perspective, please.
To drink? -- Just a hug.

couches

lodging for two months
twin cities unfamiliar,
i make good curry?

come on baby light my fire

I've been rubbing my
eyes and starring at photos
of her all night long.

I feel something here.
It's small, and hidden away.
But I feel a spark!

Quick! Bring me some
twigs and kindling. Hurry up
before it fades out!

Fuck it all, really.
My thoughts are tangled like that mess
behind your TV.

Output love cable.
Audio and Video.
Where's my love input?

<|3 crabby <|3

bitter

dear friends with S.O.'s

thanx for the reminder that

humans are dunces

unity

BANISH the front man!
Voice is just an instrument.
Bands rocks as a whole!

that string of words sent
me spinning. all day i've been
stumbling, walking blind.

cuddling girls say: "Look,

it's eleven : eleven!!"

But it's just a time.

and it doesn't say

how much i care about you

or if we're a wreck

and i've seen that time

many loveless times before.

when it was sadness.

when it was boredom.

I hate these moments

because digits on a clock

won't ever display

the fear and the hope

in every advance toward

safe connections, yet...

i hate the Ones that

remind me they're here daily.

arbitrarily.

we're all replaced here,

those digits are not my friends

and they're not special

unplug the damn clock.

there's no symbolism now.

i'm just really tired

I must admit I

gave up the haiku diet. --

How foolish of me.

if i am not loved,

can i settle for good grades?

both would be dreamy...

if neither occurs

i'll go dance and chat with chums-

it's dependable!

give!

hello crab-apple
poet, demanding haikus
as if it matters

ideas among
lofty, lusty peoples are
lost along the way

twin cities

newfangled sorts of
feelings, summer brings along
adventure and thirst

Really Now?

You started so strong,
but you didn't last so long.
Come back with HAIKUs!!!

* crabby *

Bottom of My Heart, Two Women on Base

She threw me a curve.
Pitching bowling balls, she broke
my bat; crushed my nurves.

>> crabby <<

Lets Paint the Town KAPOW!

Let's go-go dance to
the bam-bam beat of my heart
for your shish-boom-bahs!

( o Y o ) crabby ( o Y o )

Here's Hoping I'm Wrong

It was a good try.
Seems pretty dry. This run was
fun, perhaps it's done?

-$-crabby-$-

1st place tournament hard-to-get easy whatev's when ya don't like them

maybe step away easy version like love play people disgussed me

macintosh appal unfair land distribution decay who lowry

you've got it take it renounce the gold standard mud coquettes face plow cold

slight mint bitten tongue slight hint forgetting Special ice cream- get away

garden destroyers

everyone gets flowers.

picked from trees. rem(a)inders can't

you live ideally.

intertwined somehow
we can promise each other
to stop, we can try

but, our bodies can't
they keep coming back for more
saying, "don't let go"

"not this time," they say
"give it a few months," they say
it's never enough

My Muse

Is so unfaithful.
Stumbles in at the wrong times.
Leaves when needed most.

Jumps me from behind
Only to laugh and roll right
over, out the door.

Review the Tape

Last Night > PLAY > "Whoa now!"
= PAUSE = "Was she hitting on me?
Can I rewind this?"


oOo crabby oOo

friday nights

let's go out and see
the same old, same old, strolling
down the streets all tall

no title

Chase red signal light.
Dark hair whips in the cool wind.
Catch it? Let it go?

Little Things in Life

Texts messages that
hit the one hundred sixty
symbol limit. Joy!

and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and

Those American
Apparel ads. Just shopping,
Not smut at all! (right?)

and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and

Seeing someone close
the last page of a book. Watch
her digest the words.

hiya! ka-ra-tay!

I jus wanna do kid things.

we're the friendliest.

the pharmacy is like a bar

stumblin' back from the
"blue diamond" dispensary,
how strange and sorry