September Poem 11: Haiku D’etat

Red Eyed Tears

 

The Baptist Church on

Saturday and umbrella

With their lumberyard.

 

Three Men Now Have

 

A mother-daughter

Glasses frame and a mustache tree.

The stock pair of dreams.

 

And Nights Passed

 

Their hats in rumbles

Of petal blood. They honored

Heart shaped Feather trim.

 

Pizza Party

 

Stan had the field so

He could be fed on the tall

Grass when there was none.

 

Mental Dimensions

 

Jerod Thompson, the

Crispy wearing man, relearned

The laws of physics

 

As paintbrushes blinked

In and out of his hands with

The swiftness of thought.

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