Dining out in broad daylight

From behind the glass wall,
you can see it all from there-
the horizon, of course
vast.
Crystal clinks in the sharp
busy air, the noon rays
get in, somehow.
White linens, lemons and Jazz,
a breezy air the pelicans cruise,
forgetting it's Tuesday.
Ice water in goblets gratis
bread before salad, indulgences
flowers on food, eating our cake.
Reserved
murmurs accompany
a cackling laugh,
which barges through, interrupting
-the ambiance-
Who is watching Who?
Crazy gums with dirty fingernails
talks nearby, asking questions, I think,
to the blue sky
the grey ocean, is stoic.
Retired and grey,
they too test the cement benches.
Lazy days and costumes, all passersby
on either side of the unshatterable glass-
repast is served.



Image By Islandyachtclub (Own work) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Mans Machinations (Haiku)

The best invention
mankind has made yet
is a personae.















Image by By Brush & Pencil [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons 1898 costume artists festival.

Brilliance (Haiku)

Flaws are just unknown
inclusions to consider
when held up to light.









Image By Zultgems, LLC (Zultgems, LLC) [CC0], via Wikimedia Commons.  Zultanite rough crystal.

Mass a peel (Haiku)

An orange is not

a nihilist refusing

the beauty of rhyme

Rise and Shine

Today was the day

we knew

we were wrong

& had been all along.

Trusting in their truths,

evidence, predictions, proof, profession

Confession: certitude with servitude

brought back into light

when the sun did not rise. 

Image By NASA [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons. Taken October 20th 1968 from Apollo 7 altitude of 120 nautical miles above Earth on its 134th revolution (213 hours and 19 minutes after launch). 

Statuesque (Haiku)

my Buddha don't pray

He just sits and smiles all day

crumbling away

A Release from Sext

In the afternoon
I hate myself most
garishly, as all
nerves frayed
with split ends, all noise
nails rubbing slate
I'm tired (of myself).

By then-Between us
at least, there is space
room to know that
it is not the nadir
obstructed with sunny optimism
what Others see, outside of me.

In silence, I seek serenity
I try-I appropriate-I displace
I operate-surgically, extracting-
a locality no longer near.
I sense us coming together,
a second in passing.
I pretend not to recognize
myself anymore.

When the skylights dim
my movements are lighter;
feathered words, pillowed prepositions,
untether thoughts,
the contrast crispens.
Finally,tension snapped-symmetry shatters,
I am now freed from my toxic unity.


Image by Hans Andersen Brendekilde [Public domain], A wooded path in Autumn (1902) via Wikimedia Commons.