Coins, eye blinks first when
another plan another
laugh. Pocket all lights.
Something else in mood.
Leaving all clouds and dark in
the furthest distance.
9/4/19
I Have
Something in something
There’s no definition now
And that leaves me where
8/22/19
8:40
A line again and
I put myself in it,
so I say to self, plain.
7/21/19
Bed
Avoid but there said.
A possibility cliff.
Chants and calls sicken.
7/10/19
Wine
She tells Roads, talk, sky
Wind in Calistoga, porch
Time not decided
7/4/19
Pass
What option is there
Too much consideration
Forward look and heart
Gas Station View
They all rush, they are
We, me, and several sights
Past this stop, I’m sure.
6/18/19
1
A stop light is thought.
Someone’s. I don’t agree. So
What now. Action, thought …
6/8/19
*Written over a series of red lights on Park Presidio/19th Avenue, San Francisco.
Haiku
Too tired to– all in
My head. Adjust my Now to
Be more moved. Movement.
Haiku
Decide what, to not
do that, be that, be like them–
Path self-carved. Immense.