Tuesday, April 20, 2010

I'm here

That night I wrote you
In the back stoop at the bar
The string lights dancing.
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I typed on my phone
I wrote 'my reality,
My worst enemy.'
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You did not seem shocked.
You care for me every day
You hold my body.
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I miss my dear friends
The ones I see seldom of
Yet are close at heart.
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The cherry blossoms
Have been sighted, their petals
Delicate as silk
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My friend is pregnant.
Imagining this baby
Completely adored.
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Lore can't hear me-
Veronica has become
Our new translator.
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He is a strange man
He nods a lot and blinks as
If to speak silence.
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The small girl came up
And in her delicate way
Flowers in my palm.
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It's strange to watch friends
Falling into a rhythm
Starting their families.
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I'm viewing this life
understanding Dickinson
Sitting by windows.
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Elevem haiku's
For the past twelve day, isn't
Too shabby I'd say!

(making this umber 12)

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

she can not hear me,
she bruises easily, she
whispers prophecy.
Tuesday's have no worth.
You neither like nor dislike
They mearly exist.

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

fri.-mon.

Yesterday I slept
I have excuses for this
And need not explain

I suppose that this
Dealing with pain and sickness
Is a guideline too.

The room got painted
It would have been nice to see
It three month ago.

Earths plates are shifting
It's been shaking steadily
The ground erupts down.

Thursday, April 1, 2010

I ache everywhere.
My muscles are screeching like
Starving black vultures.