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.

June Poem 22

The weight event was hosted

By the big red lips. It seemed,

The joint had not caused this.

 

The Baptist Church

On Saturday style umbrella

Complete with lumberyard.

A mother-daughter

Glasses frame and a mustache tree.

The stock along with a pair of dreams.

 

 

Three men now have

Their hats in rumbles

Of petal blood.

They were honored,

Feather trim, heart shaped.

And nights passed.

 

An older woman ran out

From among the mushrooms.

She tried to poke so long

For my eyes. I nearly forgot

Their different situations.

 

Jerod Thompson,

The crispy wearing man,

Was relearning the laws of physics

As it blinked paintbrushes in his hands.

 

Stan had the field

So he could be fed

On the tall grass when

There was no pizza party.