sundown

light
   moves
      someone’s
         shadows
            crowd
the day’s away, an
evening
   now 
      or
         after
            down
Something still, a
wrinkly fall
starry
   room
      besmalls
         us
            all

Creds.

Full moon haiku stack

Full moon is out there
confounding society
with mad gravity,

sucking the water
we carry around with us
out of our brain pans,

causing us to clash,
to confront unconsciously
ourselves and others.

Streets and sidewalks now
under its influence are
bumping arenas.

Close calls confound us.
Confrontational pinballs,
clueless lunatics,

we pretend all’s well
as the moon’s wry loony swell
amplifies our hell.

Gunny sacks get dumped,
conversations escalate
to ultimatums.

Old relationships
are re-evaluated
on a cosmic scale.

Innocuous jokes
suddenly conceal meanings.
All is amplified

just because a speck
of spinning satellite dust
stares without blinking.

Perhaps it is time
to let awareness guide us
and ride out the tides,

and humor help us
deflate the dark energy
and wake up alive.

Haiku Stack On Me
 
When I was 7,
I was Davy Crockett’s ghost,
coonskin cap and all.

I would watch the fringe
fly behind me as I ran
in my cowboy clothes.

Today, all grown up,
I catch myself mirrored
in city windows,

my hair following
a long tradition of me
reflecting on me.

shaving your legs


I was just dreaming
of shaving your legs

the same ones
I've shaved before

on various continents
in bathtubs big and not

and in this dream
you were comfortable

sipping blood and champagne
out of a tall clear glass

humming tunes to yourself
as I knelt to attend you

doo whacka doo
look at you

whaddaya know
suck my toe

you were singing
while I barbered you

and bathed you
and loved you

the juice


you are the juice that runs
off the plate and into me


the draft that fuels the fire
and keeps my cells alive


concentrated stamina
in liquid female form


the color of blood and fruit
sweet tang of angel sweat


slither down my throat
and turn me inside out


circulate and percolate
and ooze out through my pores


without you I am dry
just dust without a home


ash descending on the sea

without you

people would die horrible disgusting deaths
presided over by me and my maniacal gleam

eyes plucked from sockets would roll
down streets drenched in blood and bile

without you seasons would change
irrationally gleefully destroying civilizations

pretentious morons would commit painful suicide
rather than face the fury of a youless me

oceans would boil at my touch
mountains would turn to mud and shit

every tiny penis behind the wheel of an SUV
& every plastic mammary gland would continuously quake with fear

obsessed accountants and technical assistance dickheads
would make arsenic their new boring linear aperitif of choice

corporations would crawl back into the abyss
from which they sprang pretending to be humans

without you governments would stop sending me mail
fearing their families would reap the rewards of my righteous wrath

obsessive bosses would resign on the spot
heading for hills already teeming with rejected despots

rollerbladers and other amateur athletes would order and insert
costco loads of plutonium-leaking cruise missile suppositories

without you this monkey feces world would get what it deserves