In a far away country
as foreign as Neptune
there is a trailer
left to rest on a cliff above the ocean
Some days it is a green hill
some days gold and dry
with laundry blowing in the sun's breeze.
A black and white lady
snores luxuriously in the sun
even as her eyes are clouding over
She won't notice what she loses in time
only what she has.
Somewhere nearby
Iron & Wine is playing and
two people are falling in love.
The country is long gone
as is the trailer
and the black and white lady
They have swam back out into the sea.
Here on the coast
two people are falling in love
Saturday, June 29, 2013
Friday, June 28, 2013
Yep, More Haikus
take a long look out
squint your eye at the horizon
eyelash fuzziness
madness trickeld down
but he stayed dry under a rock
and then down it fell
birth a cymbal crash
that echoes then it fades
echoes hear nothing
sand in fingernails
blow through the grooves of my brain
mind is a sandstorm
the pain and the cure
two different sides of the coin
blurring the air
pinhole of feeling
spin out through the galaxy
we are all star stuff
please please stop talking
your words don't mean anything
can we please just move
oh shit that's my life
concreting the mountains
story is the same
fathers and sons alway
why do I keep looking through leaves
crouched in the same tree
through the windows glass
sun, wind and viruses dance
sick boy now sick man
music and laughter
bouncing ball the floor the wall
smile in dappled leaves
castles made of sand
fall away like a close shave
feel air when no wind
squint your eye at the horizon
eyelash fuzziness
madness trickeld down
but he stayed dry under a rock
and then down it fell
birth a cymbal crash
that echoes then it fades
echoes hear nothing
sand in fingernails
blow through the grooves of my brain
mind is a sandstorm
the pain and the cure
two different sides of the coin
blurring the air
pinhole of feeling
spin out through the galaxy
we are all star stuff
please please stop talking
your words don't mean anything
can we please just move
oh shit that's my life
concreting the mountains
story is the same
fathers and sons alway
why do I keep looking through leaves
crouched in the same tree
through the windows glass
sun, wind and viruses dance
sick boy now sick man
music and laughter
bouncing ball the floor the wall
smile in dappled leaves
castles made of sand
fall away like a close shave
feel air when no wind
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