Golden Years

 

 Golden Years --

change in a jar 

on top the 'fridge

 

 

 

mannequin

 

Karma like a wheel -- 

the mannequin tells us

another story

 

 

belief

 

words to a song

no one can remember- -

belief too difficult to muster

 

 

 

 

 

 

itty bitty Honda

 

itty bitty Honda --

scent of patchouli

and store-bought chili

permeate the cab

 

 

eyes wide open

 

fast asleep 

with eyes wide open --

editing a passage

born of dreams

 

 

 

vase

 

 

for each crevice

of a mended vase

a silent wish

 

 

 for the crimson queen

 

tomes

 

tomes of haikai --

page  after page scattered

here to beyond

 

 

 

 

 

 

sale

 

big sale ends today --

civility and the art

of conversation

 

 

 

Dalai Lama

 

3 million to 1 --

the Dalai Lama will let

the people decide

 

 

 

screen

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

those neighbors again;

lives indiscernible from images on a screen

 

 

 

last man

 

 

last man standing--

dry socks, a pack of winstons

and johnny walker black

dowager

dowager's moon --
down to the penny
 except but one

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Decoration Day

early in the morning
we took a roundabout way --
Decoration Day

Nanna

 

a simple sandwich
like Nanna used to make --
the day growing longer

tayū

 

climate change --

the talking head makes a face

like the tayū

La Marseillaise July 2018

her perfect teeth
prominently on display
La Marseillaise

tension

the tension, a sigh, maybe -- so delicious

Mercury Dimes

they weren't always
dollar stores, you know
Mercury dimes


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Hospital

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disinfectant smell --
how I've aged
these past years



one bell
answers another
footsteps quickening

waxed floors --
from under the curtain
a reflection so bright




specimen cup --
the sound of water




 one drop of blood spilt in the million dollar room








fragmentation --
numbered notes on white paper
all in a row




these long halls --
all of the the others
walking away

















3 a.m.
I am the ghost
in your hall









I assume the position
of a lizard --
biopsy




deconstruction
like breaking glass
and then -
a quiet knock on the door
i can't stand to hear my name










awakened
at shift change, two a.m.
so they might ask,
"what will you do
for the rest of your life?"









the sound of fluids,
cries and voices,
a bell rings and rings
two clocks on the wall
display a different time










Latin words and phrases
from behind a closed curtain
a face reflected
in shatterproof glass











behind the locked gate
too dark for it's plumage
a blackbird at rest
we make not a sound
watching each other
enjoy the cool breeze












.

leaking

.
















the ceiling leaking,
we all begin to think
like raindrops



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