haiku
May 7, 2010
the rain makes oily
rainbows in the parking lot;
the empire’s facade.
technology, entertainment, design
May 3, 2010
i posit that all of this gas
and carbon nonsense is
the molecules within a falling
raindrop, electrons and
other scientific things popping
and fizzing as supernovas in
a black abyss. that chances are
we will be crushed on an umbrella,
that man will have spent all
of his time sitting in front of computer
screens, watching geniuses blabber,
positing about carbon and raindrops,
and plop,
right on some 9 year old’s hannah
montana umbrella. she’ll be livin’ like
us, ears closed, just like one big
epic irony. for feelings,
i guess.
haiku
April 9, 2010
she runs ahead
umbrella-less in the rain;
over her shoulder, smiles.
My Backyard: The Bog
March 30, 2010
And the rain came down
Down and Down
Down and Down
And Down.
Down and Down
Down and Down
And Down.
And looking out the window
My countenance falls
Down and Down
Down and Down
And Down.
(catch breath)
Down and Down
Down and Down
And Down.
Until finally I’ve had enough.
To hell with this,
I’m taking a nap.
one-on-one
March 14, 2010
rains falls, grim and grey
the park is empty–
soaked mud leaks in streams
across sidewalks like
pulsating coffee veins.
but at one hoop
the wet thuds of diminished dribbles
a small boy shoots
his watery reflection in the inverted world
following his every move.
rain cloud
December 12, 2009
i am the rain cloud above the
ignorance parade.
i block out the sun
and ask “where did you
put your umbrella?”
i did not choose this.
i can be light as any cloud,
when there is no rain for
me to fall. i can let the sun
through when the wind pushes
me out of the way, or when
i am not feeling gray.
why should i feel bad?
i am like anything else.
without emotions getting
in the way.
haiku
December 9, 2009
on the wet sidewalk
a crumpled umbrella:
was it yours?
the next five minutes
September 29, 2009
we look outside
because
rain is suddenly falling
at night
and in the windows of apartments
across the parking lot
silhouettes appear–
skeptical of the sound –
draw back curtains–
and suddenly
we are collectively admiring
this minor miracle
for the next five minutes.
rainy saturday morning
September 12, 2009
as the clouds blot out the sky
darkness spreads through the drapes
and into my living room,
casting me in shadow
and the wish that
the sun would stop shining
and darkness would expand,
until there is no difference,
between night and day,
between day and night,
and this moment would last.
Haiku
September 9, 2009
Prickles in soft sand
Dimple the overcast beach
Whisper on water
The 30th of June
June 30, 2009
tantalizing clouds
hold out hope of rain;
perhaps there will be fireworks.
All Around
June 21, 2009
Whistling aurora encases
Ears in a shuddering
Presence of imminence
Sound of sand spilling
From precipitous heights
Hissing as it treads closer
Surrounding every angle
Reaching coarse cement
Smashing liquid bullets
Leaping chaotic harmony
Shifting spectacle of pixels
Translucent humming static
Vibrating peacefully overhead
haiku
June 20, 2009
we wake up
bathed in muted light
rain tapping
Haiku
June 19, 2009
Dripped from exhaust
Oil shines a swirling rainbow
Along the wet driveway
Haiku
June 6, 2009
Spring rain aftermath
Puddles shiver as breeze blows
Across blurry surfaces
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