our words drifted from
our mouths in white puffs of smoke–
contrails at ground level.
Author: randyribay
this asphyxiated night sky
poetryevery night there seems
one less star
in this
asphyxiated
nig
ht
s
k
y
.
tanka
poetryputting on my shirt
the scent of last night lingers
smoke from the fire pit
around which we all gathered
revealing our thoughts and lives.
walking home
poetrya gust of
wind sets the
leaves above
rustling while below
the syncopated
scrape of
concrete.
haiku
poetrya cloud of
insects drift and shimmer–
another plane overhead.
flashlights in hand
poetrywe passed through
the sodden door
falling off its hinges
in the dead of night
to discover reels of
film the images
indecipherable.
el nido
poetrycalm radiates
from these cliffs standing like
gods
holding in a crescent the
rhythmic whispers of
the south china sea
and the combination
of clouds tinged the color
of lips kissing the horizon
and your form supine sleeping
and slipping into this setting
leaves me
as silent as the land
we cannot see.
as it set, the sun
poetryillumined
a tree of buttery
leaves
and something in it
reminded me
of our first
week.
haiku
poetryfreshly cut blades
strewn across the path–
squirrel-dug holes.
thin skin
poetrywords sever
flesh you’re made
of paper cut outs
ripped up
and dropped down.
wtf
poetrywhat was
it the seer said,
leaving us coughing
fermented dreams?
(don’t) rock the vote
poetryit’s like
a pirate is
forcing me
to walk one
of two planks:
at the bottom
of the first a
shark waits with
gleaming teeth
the taste of blood
already in its mouth
while a leap off
the other would
entail filling the
entrails of a giant
fucking squid.
(perched upon
such a precarious
position, i pray the
pirate will suddenly die
leaving me free
to sail away.)
take away
poetrytake away
this plane and
i’m just a man
39,000 feet in
the sky.
haiku
poetryeach morning
new darkness thickens–
headlights approach.
…
poetryi despise
this muted
feeling fearing
my words would
emerge burning
singeing your
ears or worse
your heart.
a haiku in three images
poetrya bird departs
a shaking black bough
a silent street
my dog farted and it smelled like poop
poetryso i–sniffing
incessantly–scanned
this house–sure i’d
find it somewhere
waiting to be discovered
like some ironic twist
at the end of a rainbow
when it struck me: how
many of us live
our lives like this?
autumn is a bike ride
poetryat night when
the temperature is
low enough to finally
wear a sweatshirt
and you begin to
dissolve.
why the hell am i still at work?
poetryi hate
cliches
but the sunset
set this hallway
aflame
that ethereal
wavelength
soaking
in the freshly
waxed floors.
fall
poetrywe fall into
bed like jumping into
the ocean welcoming
the undertow of
our dreams and
gravity’s
effect.
the sieve and the sand 
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