realistic romanticism

I will try to be
there for you if I can, but
what if I cannot?

walk a mile

remember those in
need, for someday you will need
remembering too.

vincent

seen him despondent
a few times of late; sometimes
love is hard to take.

(source lyric)

dark muse

if when the heart breaks
is the moment your soul wakes,
why does that inspire?

cancer 3

beware of feuding
friends and family today;
walk the other way.

out of the corner…

when I was a child
I caught a fleeting glimpse in
my periphery.

vulnerable

why do those you love
break your heart? maybe they’re the
only ones who can.

cancer 2

correct protocol
will be important today;
observe etiquette.

set me straight

correct me freely;
I’m routinely mistaken
and needing guidance.

distinction 1

manipulation
can be a good or bad thing,
healing or abuse.

spirits

look in the mirror,
but don’t mistake what you see
for reality.

wtc

in the theater were
two girls, laughing and joking
when the tower fell.

never been picked

my strange dream is to
be a juror, but alas,
I remain un-picked.

the restoration of partial sanity

warrantless wire-taps,
but not phone data mining,
are now illegal.

third-shifter’s lament

the daysleeper dreams
of car horns, barking dogs and
the perfect earplugs.

democrazy, pt. 2

lesson left unlearned:
invade, remove and replace -
- does it ever work?

borrowed recollection

early morning air
evoking military
pre-dawn assembly.

1701

Is this lasting peace,
or cynicism’s taunt of
precarious hope?

deck chairs

silken-voiced siren,
singing in the cool night air,
lilting lullabies.

post-

crickets chirp outside;
their daily celebration
hailing night’s return.

flying dry

give me your lotions,
drinks, shampoo and yogurt cups
for your own safety.

pre-

four in the morning,
darkness envelopes, reminds
of light yet to come.

suckers

took a walk today
in the grass by the roadside;
five ticks hitched a ride.

democrazy

hail democracy;
unless they go against us,
the people should rule.

spun

oh, broken record,
lie to me just one more time,
and I might believe.

missing book

blank post field taunts me;
wish I had extra haiku,
come back missing book!

long week’s end

at this conclusion
of the longest week ever,
sweet relaxation.

new lows

77;
temperature sub-80,
first time in a week.

adjustment disorder

new schedules arise
and all days run together;
weary, bleary eyes.

hot enough to…

who cares about eggs
when you could fry a person
on days like today?

mcdonaldland demographics

a red-headed clown,
fry guys, a hamburger thief,
grimace and mccheese.