Setsubon

 

 winter seclusion --

does Don Lemon knit

his own socks?

 

 

 

belief

 

words to a song

no one can remember- -

belief too difficult to muster

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chrysler

 

shit-box Chrysler

T-Boned on Payne Avenue --

really miss that ride 

 

 

 

itty bitty Honda

 

itty bitty Honda --

scent of patchouli

and store-bought chili

permeate the cab

 

 

Mistress

 

Mistress, O' Mistress!

a palette of my desire

on your blank screen

 

 

,

eyes wide open

 

fast asleep 

with eyes wide open --

editing a passage

born of dreams

 

 

 

Minneapolis

 

 

 I'm scheduled to attend court on Monday in downtown Minneapolis. Charged with a minor infraction by most criminal standards. I'm still not content with the venue or atmosphere the city provides; the energy, the excitement, the alleged vitality are lost on me. 

 

I just wish they could still afford to repair the streets. A concept lost on upper management touting a "higher standard". That, and half the police force planning their quickest exit since the troubles a few years ago. It's as if they feel their is no support.

 

Yet again a mantra claims a tenuous hold on the news and public radio. One of love and community embracing gentle housewives and outside agitators alike.  The warmth should subside in temps well below zero before it congeals into a sticky mess.

 

 And what was my crime? I did something relatively stupid.

 

 

thaw before the freeze --

pigeons in the city

display no fear

 

 

 

Anarchy in the USA

 

 Insurrection, men getting pregnant, LBJ reincarnated, debt service akimbo;

play stupid games win stupid prizes. 

I've said it once and I'll say it again -

Futbol will save the world!

appearances

 

Many coded references are displayed for meaning, seasonal markers and substantial subjects.

 

Please forgive the appearance of the blog lacking uniformity. I'm posting with a telephone.

 

I hope someday to throw this device in the river  

 

 

lengthen

 

 

It's with a modicum of surprise that I look up and realize this is the first full moon of the year. 

 

 

 this idle life

lived solely in the mind --

shadows lengthen

 

 

 

vase

 

 

for each crevice

of a mended vase

a silent wish

 

 

 for the crimson queen

 

kiss

 

sunlight refracting --

blinding, colorless, cold

clear sky and ice

 

no pain, no kindness 

from Death's gentle kiss

 

 

 

 

  

radio

 

the radio

more distant than thunder,

we share the rain

from afar

 

 

to Alice 

 

snow woman

 

 

snow woman --

might she be found past

the wall of willows?

 

 for Kylie

 

Kawamura's dream

 

waking up

in Kawamura's dream -- 

 so cold this dawn

 

 

 

 

shortest day

the shortest day --

each dating site

all lit up

 

 

 

 

red clay

 

 very long ago

I heard their voices rising;

language meant for a child

 

the tang of green walnuts

In the depths of red clay

 

 

 

 

1,001 posts

 

... and quite a few more down the tube

 

tomes

 

tomes of haikai --

page  after page scattered

here to beyond

 

 

 

 

 

 

the offer

  

Out of the wind

a warm place to stand --

I offer only loneliness

 

 

 

the fox

 

 silence

become part of my nature --

the fox in winter 

 

 

 

the monkey lol

 

             笑

 

moon viewing

moon viewing --

before their parting

a final embrace

.

 

 

message in late Spring

 

She flew; I split

Then when she landed 

I asked her to stay-- 

She left me the message

In late Spring 

 

 

 

porchlight

 

moonfly and chiggerbug

round and round the porchlight--

Dad calls us all in