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Stuck Around – Items: Forgotten in Drawers (vol. 3)
Dry leaves piled…
Dry leaves piled
waiting
for the last breeze
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from Hotsprings and Stubbed Toe, Occasional haiku… 1992-2004
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San Francisco Afternoon
Waiting thirteen minutes
for a 2nd rate beer
a Sunday afternoon
In the empty bar
the one with the pretentious name
trying to be too smooth
but i’ll submit to comfort
low-slung leather lounge
glass table top reflection
C:
the menu has martinis
but i am drinking beer
this menu lists tapas
but i am nowhere near
not eating, just drinking
and thinking
somewhere far away from here
thinking on a San Francisco afternoon
finding her walk-up
brick and stone tiny room
redwood walls and Chinese food
somewhere near
the Embarcadero
waiting for red-headed mystery
who i ran from years before
leaving in a hurry
and coming on too soon
admitting that in retrospect
you meant more than i let on
so i continue
waiting vacantly
sipping slowly
and sitting low
the menu has martinis
but i am drinking beer
this menu is listing tapas
but i am nowhere near
hardly can guess where i’m strolling
suppose i am going home
a lost afternoon for me
belatedly exchanged for
the broken heart
i maybe gave you
like that foreign film
where the subtitles might say
i’m erred on a cloudy day
by the well near the olive hill
but really now
if you happened by
i just want an afternoon
of coffee and your tangled sheets
like times before i ventured
drifting literal oceans away
unsure if you even remember
Salt Lake night in the Avenues
climbing oaks and sneaking into
that mansion that’s for sale forever
drinking port wine in the broken attic
or maybe you noticed me out here
peeking through a curtain
hoping to stumble like a coincidence
holding crocuses like missed conceptions
and faltered connections
the menu has martinis
but i am drinking beer
this menu is listing tapas
but i am nowhere near
i am gone elsewhere
somewhere far from you
and here
Ease, Desired (Lie to Me) – poetry + pictogram (alt. 2)
v.3
Somebody, kindly lie to me
Tell me I am “going to be OK”
Soon, life will be like driving down Laurel Canyon in 1973
In a Galaxie 500
Top down, radio up
Nothing but possibilities
That I will rest easy… like so many humans do with ease
Someone, kindly lie to me
Whisper I’ve done enough meditating, stretching, giving, therapies, effort
That soon, I will sleep (!) and wake up (!) and every muscle, joint and nerve won’t be on fire
Please, kindly lie to me.
I promise to believe you (for now).
Spark’d – Items: Forgotten in Drawers (vol. 3)
Frantic squirrel hoarding…
Frantic squirrel
Hoarding nuts
Missed the sunset
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from Hotsprings and Stubbed Toe, Occasional haiku… 1992-2004
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Ease, Desired (alt. 1)
Somebody, kindly lie to me
Tell me I am “going to be OK”
Soon, life will be like driving down Laurel Canyon in 1973
In a Galaxie 500
Top down, radio up
Nothing but possibilities
That I will rest easy… like so many humans do with ease
Someone, kindly lie to me
Whisper I’ve done enough meditating, stretching, giving, therapies, effort
That soon, I will sleep (!) and wake up (!) and every muscle, joint and nerve won’t be on fire
Please, kindly lie to me.
I promise to believe you (for now).
Parallel Parked – Items: Forgotten in Drawers (vol. 3)
Dark too early…
Dark too early
stubbed my toe
in my own yard
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from Hotsprings and Stubbed Toe, Occasional haiku… 1992-2004
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