learning new songs
the neighbors to the south are making music
the scratching of the guiro echos
off of the low-lying clouds. how surprising!–these branches
that yesterday were bare
the neighbors to the south are making music
the scratching of the guiro echos
off of the low-lying clouds. how surprising!–these branches
that yesterday were bare
note to self: listen, motherfucker
don’t expect your friends to under-
stand your sense of humor, or to have one
life is short! it’s spring!
to whom it may concern: there will not be
a poem today, as someone stayed out
late, listening to music and eating chocolate
thoughtless of the future
more snails than in a while, and several of them crushed
beneath my less than mindful steps
one day i’ll be in the hospital, like so many friends
new moon night. quiet neighbors
a haiku has seventeen syllables: 5-7-5.
my poems have seventeen variable feet.
arranged 5-4-5-3. why? you might wonder.
i’ve wondered that myself.