6/30

June being over
A sort of long march for me
Semi lonely one

6/29

East Side Ink at one
The artist showing up late
Ahalf sleeve tattoo.

6/28

Saturday needles
And copper disks taped to skin
Hugh worked this morning.

6/27

This Friday is slow
I want evening to arrive
Cheese plates and pate.

6/26

I forgot Thursday
Trying to make up for it
Not remembering

6/25

It has been a week
I drag my body to you
But it means nothing.

--

As if your koi fish
Could release the stress you cause
Or those yakking birds.

6/24

It is sometimes hard
To write haiku's every day
Words overlapping.

6/23

Ravioli filled
Pumpkin puree with butter
And sprigs of fresh sage.

6/22

Finally winning
After thirteen long innings
Thank you to Youkilis.

Yesterday's errand's
Farmers market and clean mops
And yellow flowers.

6/20

Bar Sepia for drinks
Serving white russians like 'The Dude'
Brown,black Kahlua.

6/19

Speaking to Polly
"Vous excuser cheri chat"
Plopping big butts down.

6/18

Watching obese pets
A segment this morning
Rolling tummy cats.

6/17

Polly poops big poops
Like cows in a green pasture
Except in her box.

FRIDAY+WEEKENDER+ONE

6/16

Agitation crawls
I do not want to visit
Here always dealing.

6/15

Une plaque de quatre fromages
Guava marmalade and bread
Un verre de Bordeaux

6/14

I went to see art
A rotation of mirrors
Shadows hitting walls.

6/13

Walking to doctors
Seeking laboratories
To suck up my blood.

6/12

Speaking soft whispers
Feeling my inner god near
Residing in me.

6/11

A happy birthday
Someone entering thirty
The youthful image.

6/10

When Hugh woke me up
After the five day absence
He filled me with home.

6/9

The closer we got
The further away sadness
Dots along a road.

6/8

My mother driving
Along ancient history
Some old memories.

6/7

My face clean tingles
My pores open, breathing light
All shiny and fresh

6/6

It is ten o'clock
Tomorrow features facials
But I still miss you.

6/5

When you are not here

The walls are bitterly cold

There is emptiness.

6/4

My heart is heavy
Thinking of you being gone
Even for five days.

6/3

To my loyal fans
Excuse me for my slacking
Life happens sometimes.

6/2

I wish I could come
If for nothing else, to breath
To see, suns rising.

6/1

I watched bikes all day
Sitting on the ice cream bench
Slurping lemonade.

5/31

Down, slamming cement
Left knee bruising with blood scabs
Bones cackle shifting.