Monday, July 06, 2009

Sijo- Left Hanging

Phone calls from an old friend
stopped coming years ago.

Photos fade from black&white
to grey. Something happens when we die

but when a friendship ends, lost time
is hard to comprehend.

Friday, July 03, 2009

Gnats are easy

I’m brave with gnats, crush them
quick on my LCD. But when

some frantic long-winged thing,
comes by, I squirm like I do

when you tell me you’re angry
and you don’t want me to fix it.

Sijo- Summer Orange

On summer nights I keep
an orange near my bed

to fingernail a plume of mist.
The scent is like the sun on rainy days.

I palm the world, dream the Taj; white sand,
I and thou in sweet repast.