No need to fit in a word
Said all of them, all at once
One stream or ocean
Of (un)consciousness
Neal Cassady is dead –
So who will spiel all of the words instead?
Category Archives: Shoebox
all the odds and ends… scraps of scribbles and digressions, unfinished, almost forgotten and without a cycle to belong
Sleep only to sleep #poem
I sleep only to sleep
Dream when awake
So recollection improves
Offers driftwood to aid the elusive float
Regardless, always tired
Though frequently, inspired
Backyard, seasons, life #haiku
In the backyard of a new life
Drinking a weak warm cup
Watching leaves change near Winter
“Shortest Distance” / a postal haiku
Bend paper to find
Shortest distance between points
Or apply a stamp
Tushar Wadhwani provides details: “At 15,500 feet in Hikkim which is a part of Lahaul and Spiti district in Himachal Pradesh which is in India.”
Haiku, inscribed / Shinkonryoko Ramble
Inscribed my “Today- A letter!” haiku for Hongo Sensei into his book
Poetry snippets: handwritten, from Japan
Post office closed
(again)
You’ll need another
day to know
you are loved
by a lost poet
without a watch
Walking alone while
rain falls
Thinking of you
or rather, us –
Together, umbrella-less
Wisteria mystery
Found me before
I knew i was hidden
We lay in a field
Watching rice in breeze, lazily
A bench picnic, waving as
boats pass a castle, slowly
A tatami room…
With memories of
a poet forgotten to much
of history
He came to be
part of it all
meeting at least
halfway.
Not change or mock –
Somewhat to document.
Today! A letter –
Written as you ate a peach
In last weekend’s sun
Ease, Desired
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).
Remember you well…
I won’t wait til after an incident
Instead, i’ll miss you now
And now and then and often
Always remember you well
Poem: You play accordion…
You play accordion
I’ll play trombone
A pygmy goat for an audience
We’ll play slow songs alone
I’ll play trombone
A pygmy goat for an audience
We’ll play slow songs alone
Poems in process (Circumnavigation)
Chopping, editing, and curating #poems by pairing them with fuzzy, vaguely metaphorical Lomo snapshots, like cheap wine and old cheese. Themes of circumnavigation, hubris, abandonment, confusion, rainy windows, dogmatic traditions, jealousy and zealots.