October Poem 1: Knitted in Sparrow’s Breath

The heartland of the hidden faces in

That unearthly color. Was it so strange?

A slight hint of orange? Their skin matched by

Pale yellowed people of sepia photographs?

 

In those days of smoking flights, Delta trips

In your lungs. Gravity pulled together

Only two. Again, the command pouring

Through windows. Packed in their own acts of creation.

 

She looked happier with her hair pulled back,

Tied back to her silvered silhouette of

White water floating in on whispering

Clouds of mourning, sending bodily vibrations.

 

Placing events in time, you begin to

Wonder if it really happened. It was

The movement, flapping wings and sparrow’s breath.

To create a narrative. Feel the pain. The loss.

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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.

April Poem 30: NaPoWriMo

Can you have Ron Jeremy

Wolfe’s statue in your life?

He was your bold blood

As thick as the ideological similarities.

 

Typical scholar legalized the higher numbers.

Bring the class back.

Follow everything.

 

An ancient work being grazed from literature.

Tacos roam from discussion.

Mayo on top of dead reasoning.

Accidentally discharged on my left hand.

Cat practicing the think of dreams.

The bell is Mexican because of a curse.

 

She can teach many.