MICRO POEMS

All things did pass

Except your laugh

Which clings to me still

And if it once was baritone

Today it’s only shrill

The branches are angry,

They have lost all their golden friends.

EQUALITY

You like cake

And I like pie

Does that make you

Better than I?

THE CAUSE

Kill me or set me free
I did it because I worshipped thee
If this is true it cannot be
What I thought was you was really me

TRANSACTION

You like the old coins
I drag from my pockets. You
Say they are worth something
To  you. Here. You have them.
They are worth more than
They were a moment ago.

DREAM KEEPER

No one knows
What resides inside the skull
Except the dream- keeper.


CANNIBAL

Cannibal
Eats himself,
Spits out .

MY ANGEL

When I met you
The world was ugly.
When I knew you the world
Was even uglier in comparison
To you.

THE EYE

The  Eye looks outward and sees glare
The Eye looks inward and sees a murky pool
The Eye closes and sees blackness, which is
The most comforting sight of all.

GIRLS AND BOYS

Girls have their periods,

Boys have their

Question marks.

MIND      

Bright new day.

Nobody notices

The crippled mind.

BENT HEART   

City static stands,

Empty mind and dry.        

Heart bent over table.

PROTECTION

I live in a womb that is impersonal.
It is like a hotel womb.
I understand that any womb
Is better than none. 


ADMIRATION 

Does he,
In his grave,
Know that I am admiring him?

BUSYLESSNESS

Busylessness,
Not an easy state
For the human animal.

ROUTINE

Pay bills,
Do laundry.
Keep quiet.

DIM

Immortality?
What a dim
Prospect!

OBSTRUCTIONS

Morning rattles,
Intestinal obstructions,
The sun shining.

ODD

It’s odd,
The colors remain
When all else is gone.

THE UNFORTUNATES

How unfortunate
The fortunate are
When it comes to the end.

NOTHING IS RIGHT       

What gets  accomplished
By writing this?
Nothing is just right       

       

GOOD AND BAD

This thing
That grinds at you
Is good and bad.

AROUND

Spinning your wheels
Is par
For the course.

MIRACLE LESS

Minding the shop.
Words enter, browse.
None of these buys
A good idea.

WATCH

Somersaults in brain,
Smoke dances in air.
Objects watch.

JUST A THOUGHT

It seems to me that
Poems are essentially
Vertical, beginning
At the top and ending
At the bottom.  Why
Wouldn’t it be the
Other way around?

FIRST BIRDSOUNDS

The birds tweet, then stop, then start again. They are gossiping about the weather.

THE CAUSE

Kill me or set me free
I did it because I worshipped thee
If this is true it cannot be
What I thought was you was really me.

The sky’s
A soup of grey I
Celebrate
Nearly in silence

You make me in your eyes good. Give me your eyes; I want to see me too.

You want to make a mark.
You do.
And then where are you?
You  are back where you started from.
 …

Retrace the footsteps and you are at the end of the beginning.


EPHEMERA

Faces that resemble other faces,


Identities that superimpose


Countless times, then


disappear


like apostrophes made 
of air.

YOU COME TO IT

You come to it with such energy


Sit there


And begin to think.


Then it goes all wrong.


Can we draw more than one lesson


From this?


AN ACCIDENT

This morning an accordion opened


And music wrote white


On the sheet.

RIDDLE

It’s always the same.
Even when it’s not the same
It’s the same.
Is there really a difference between
what is the same and what is not?
and if so, please don’t give me the same
answer as last time.

THE BEGINNING

Memory adheres to the brain
Like grains of sand to a shell.
And when the shell is washed by the
Sea, memory disappears and the brain
Is born once new.

AFTER MEDITATION

The body is dead
The noise is loud.
The mind is a diamond.
Can’t control it
Can’t locate it
There is no it here.

BOTTOM FEEDERS

We live on the bottom.

It takes energy to go up,

It takes reason.

The bottom occupies our natural state.

THE BEST POEMS

The best poems are made of death,

Fire walls and sadness.

Love is there and remorse

On all the beaches of loss.

STILL LIFE 

Hands enmesh

Objects wait.

It will come:        

The tipping point.

EXCAVATION 

Why do women have such good memories?

They forget nothing and they always have the

Pictures to prove it.

EFFORT

Do we ever get paid for our efforts?

Do we ever get credit for trying?

That’s most of it, after all,

Most of it.

THE MACHINE FIX 

She likes to be regulated

By machines

Electric spoons to soothe her cough

Numbers that jump around like jelly beans

Then arrive at the Golden Gate.

There is a beginning and an end

In the realm of the One-Armed Bandit

That relaxes her like spirit salve.

RIP  

The prayer you say

 every night between the sheets

Will be answered one day

When you least expect it

Like a knife

Cutting a letter

Open.

CURTAINS 

People walk thru curtains

Into  lives,

Then leave again

Forever.

UTMOST RED

Nothing satisfies a mind

That is beside itself

Except a stroke of utmost red.

 …

DISAPPOINTMENT   

When everything

Disappoints you

It’s disappointing. 

SOMETIMES      

Sometimes
Nothing is as satisfying
As something.

SLUG

Time moves

A slug,

Subterranean

FALSITY

How odd
How false
It all is.

FISHING HAIKU

Haiku
is fishing for    
the right thought.

QUALITY

The quality
Of these haiku
Is deteriorating

NOT

Not this
Not this
Not this.

ANIMAL TYPEWRITER       

Animal
Lazes
At  typewriter.


A TRIANGLE

Eggs
Dislocation
Dream


DAMAGE

Time
Damages us
As we sleep.

 …

OLD MAN SEATED     

The washed out blue sky,
New cut- grass scent thru window,
Old man
farting in chair.

WHAT

Receding.
What
Last sounds?

 …

CLOWNDOM

You are
The Ku Klux Klan
Of clowndom.

DREAM

Refuge in the Dharma.
On left page,
I find refuge
In a government building
Run by terrorists.

NEGATIVE

Never
Nothing
Happens.

BLUE

No hair-pulling.
No academic bullshit.
Only the Blue Light
Entering his asshole.

BONER

Buddha is happy today.

He has a smile

And a boner.

HARMONICA SHINES

Matches lean on headless dog,

Harmonica shines,

Buddha approves.

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3 thoughts on “MICRO POEMS

  1. I really like the poem “What is the mystery?”. It’s a conversation that, in the beginning, you think is gonna go somewhere, but it just return to the beginning. It’s a conversation for nothing and I love those.

  2. i really like your poetry … it’s really touching but one of the on i find really interessting it’s the on that talk about the mystery .. because it’s playing in our mind and the one that i really find touching it’s the A PORTRAIT OF HAITI JANUARY 2011 that was verry touching..

    KEEP GOING!!!!!! 😀

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