as I walk I pretend
that each new sparrow
is the same one
and we talk about nothing
tree to tree
tonight
I walked with the clouds
even though
they didn’t say much..
at first
godzilla attacks
towering over him
he giggles
and drinks his juice..
I go back to the island
I shoo away a fly
on my monitor
with a cursor..
he lands
on ESC
little earl
loved squirrels
not girls..
but then her curls
unfurled
my heart
an old coffee cup
chipped and stained
which is filled every morning
with you
everything brown
is forgotten
but after the rain
everything green
remembers
curiosity
kissed the cat
and satisfaction
kissed her back..
a love tail
wanderer
in this life
I am an exclamation mark
hoping that death
is but an apostrophe
no moon
clouds
do taiji
waiting
for starise
once again, I’m six
watching green stars
floating at my fingertips
through cracks
these tiny victories bloom
shouting to a dirty world
with green voices
ragged and beautiful
ravished by the wind
roses tap on my window
begging to come in
finding nothing
right where nothing
ought to be
the part of me
that lies in the ocean
caught on the reef
wrecked
and in peace
trapped on the inside
fluttering at the window
my soul wears feathers
morning doves
composing soft sarabandes
on the clothesline
hearing what green thinks
if I am quiet enough
watching the weeds grow
imagination
just an answer with flowers
for a shy question
in the dead of night
the remote conversations
of neighborhood dogs
chalk marks
on the walk
sparrows take turns
at hopscotch
after the bus leaves
baby sparrow
eyes closed
wings spread out
on the sidewalk..
one and only flight
curled up in the night
Sirius patiently waits
until I get home
have mercy,
for every dragon
is the last dragon
and you are
their last knight
the sweetness
of what I don’t understand
unopened flowers
night owls
cahooting
in the dark
with my pocket knife
I cut a haiku open
and shake the words out
in the dark
reading a book
he used to have
night shift moon waiting
sunrise yawning and stretching
day shift birds punch in
crawling through the sky
like overcast banks of rain
my dreams move slowly
frogs
sleeping under sheets
of rain
after she said no
he gave it to the sea
which always says yes..
the bad dogs of words
never coming when you call
knowing the way home
waves of clouds rolling
in the ocean of the sky
tides of rain falling
I fight with myself
with weapons I cannot hold
and no side to join
small boy keeps his dog
in a book he can not read
on page twenty-two
at the piano
he sat there, not playing
listening to birds
too tired to walk
he slept underneath a tree
and dreamt his way there
abandoned colors
unshining in unsunlight
seep into twilight
in his quiet room
he builds himself a castle
and invades himself
he wished on a star
never knowing that the star
was wishing on him..
wherever birds go
when the sun burns into
embers of stars
waves of heat rising
coyote spirits hover
running asphalt roads
as small as a why
as sad as a nevermind
as gone as a mouse
in the tallest tree
singing the most soulful song
with the smallest voice
live for all you're worth
slumber with eternity
rise like you're the sun
I take my meaning
not from electronic things
but small birds singing