Haiku Skin

below water lilies
waterier lilies
scheme

hominid love
wanting to tell you
having only vowels

a dead beast
in its open entrails
a child’s stone

roadkill deer
deep in winter for a moment
you pity flies

in a bus station
pretending to wait
for someone

how strange each person
stepping off that train
is “anyone”

all night
snow falls
on unborn thoughts

all night
snow falls
on bourbon thoughts

spring bird chants
“good luck” over and over
in a graveyard

unlit car crash–
night snow falls
into a brain’s maze

deep winter night
drinking juice
from the jar

deep winter night
caveman feelings approach
memory’s cave

deep winter night–
spin-wrapping a memory
in spider’s silk

deep winter night
heat from lungs
bathes a photo

winter crow hops
snowy tombstone to tombstone
crunch time

a bath
long as a cross-country flight
poems kill my ass

hello coffee
meet porcelain
porcelain, resist

hello fire
meet paper
fire, resist

hearing the hamster
run its night wheel
then gnaw its house

kids watch
a starfish’s five-fingered
discount

hot bath with Kafka
the walls sweat
their existence

waiting room
sitting with faces
far away

moonlight
on the hospital
the usual reruns

ghost son never born–
a plastic soldier
stabs my bare foot

winter cleaning
the vinegar
of feelings

phone convo with ex
searching the dog
for ticks

a leaf
lands on my sweater
no copyright

hearing screams
winter birds
unmedicated

feeling sorry
for beasts
unmedicated

threatening
copyright infringement–
some clouds

Greetings, Humans!
said no frog
ever

so much
depends upon
words, mere words

since mother’s death
her potted palm
grows faster

words
my other
bodily tissues

spring downpour–
ants ride a leaf’s ark
one block past salvation

moving one word
on a page
a great love ends

Andy Warhol
so cold about death–
maybe just impatient

you say you’re in love
I send you a list of drugs
that cause blindness

ooh! new mist
on the mirror’s
Mist-a-Sketch

stretching off a curb
no one helps him
or her, poor worm

not quite a death-wish
but close–
a carriage horse

in the graveyard
a squirrel holds up
a condom wrapper

strange hum
on a lost highway
no vehicles

touching peonies
great skin
but ants

dry leaves
rise up in wind–
person shape, hello

she left him
for someone with a bigger
carbon footprint

television news
voodoo all day
pins in dolls

you blow
your car horn
flirting with bats

ancestral fires–
winter car before dawn
sparks to its dark life