Triple Haiku

Sun Haiku

See Sun set herself

on the uniVerse; see her

drip orgasmic hues!

Earth Haiku

Earth, does your cracked skin

ache when the dew kisses your

hardened raisin flesh?

Moon Haiku

Oh ashen Oyster

drawing tides and blood from your

hollow skin: Arise!

Had You Been Born in Greece

Had you been born in Greece

and not Switzerland,

you could have been called Helen.

Your name could have meant Torch,

entwining you with Venus,

and love would have flowed from you

like your golden hair,

shedding passion and light

on entire empires.

Had you not been abducted

by the murky hands of marriage

been handcuffed to the Zeusian myth--

had you not sailed away on the sea,

(you see,

had you chosen not to leave)

we could have danced on water,

we could have launched ships

we could have swayed hips.

Sun Haiku

The Sun sets her Self
on the uniVerse; See her
drip orgasmic hues!

My Simple Prayer

My simple prayer is this:

that I will be a source of
Life to others,

that I will bring Hope
to my neighbors,

that I will inspire the
Light in another,

and that I will love
deeply and honestly,
always
and without reserve.

Thunder Thighs

I am enthralled by Thunder,
how boldly and
boisterously she announces
her own coming,
her hot hungry
breath igniting the
sky in a
carnival
of electric ecstasy!

Thunder thighs, I grin
while slowly
and unapologetically
licking the salt
off my fingers,
which have been greedily
groping
the inside of the
second
potato chip bag that now
lies empty in my lap.

Sunlight

The sun drew me out to work in my garden and yard most of the day. I do not feel lonely when I am near to the earth. Most of the otherwise obnoxious sounds of my city street are drowned out in my communion with the earth, my ears tuned to the thudding soul of the soil. Maddie seems to understand this; as I am busy at my humble monk's work, she lies sprawled in the cold damp dirt content that her domain and all that abide in it are united, or she pants in the sun with an exquisite grin.

Placing my life in the rungs of the truest rickety ladder I've ever seen, I cut branch after branch with my meager pruning sheers; my plants need a channel of sunshine, and the recent rain produced growth in the wrong places. Something small and shy cringes with each clip, but each falling twiggy branch possesses a small relief, an exhale, a loss. I am familiar with the sharp inhale of preparation before a limb is pruned, followed by the dull ache from an open wound that knows and wants the sun.

Climbing down safely- my feet thank and honor the earth for her firmness- I am pleased to see that my work has not been in vain: a beam of sun pours through the now scraggly and naked tree onto my runty shaded Japanese fern. Welcome, I say to the light, which has honored my invitation.

Ghost

No one prepares a four year old,
tip-toeing back to her bed in the cold night,
to see a ghost--
a looming shadow at the end of the hall,
a draped sheet with two darkened circles
for eye holes,
a trick-or-treat costume: not allowed
in her home, for fear
of the devil.

No one knew,
or cared,
that the the devil had already
come upon her,
laughing heartily, and not at night.
He had been her best friend, her brother.
At four, she had already played with the devil
during daylight.

***

She gathered the ghost in her arms,
cloaked herself in its shadow,
carried it back to bed and,
in the secret of the dark night,
begged to know its white innocence.

Sonia Sanchez- Haiku

in a season of
beautiful clowns betrayals
unapologetic.

Hafiz, The Happy Virus, Beautiful Hands

I caught the happy virus last night
When I was out singing beneath the stars.
It is remarkably contagious--
So kiss me.

***

This is the kind of Friend
You are--
Without making me realize
My soul's anguished history,
You slip into my house at night,
And while I am sleeping,
You silently carry off
All my suffering and sordid past
In Your beautiful
Hands.

Hafiz, The Subject Tonight is Love

The subject tonight is Love
And for tomorrow night as well,
As a matter of fact
I know of no better topic
For us to discuss
Until we all
Die!

Hafiz, Absolutely Clear

Don't surrender your loneliness
So quickly.
Let it cut more deep.

Let it ferment and season you
As few human
Or even divine ingredients can.

Something missing in my heart tonight
Has made my eyes so soft,
My voice
So tender,

My need of God
Absolutely
Clear.

untitled

drip paint all night
last song last cigarette
last joint today

last day?

heyhey
come out and play
don't make me stay
inside all day

guzzle coffee ash cigarette soulsell
dark drink dark mind dark hell
darkness everywhere?

i fell

swallow f.scott
fitzgerald j.d.salinger
martini life
no man's wife
green light white light

search light

red capped city trapped
face slapped
nightcap

everybody clapped.

prayer for two thousand ten

oh lord,
won't you buy me
a night on the town?
i'm counting on you, lord
please don't let me down
prove that you love me
and buy the next round
oh lord, won't you buy me
a night on the town?

amen.

2010: all you need is love.

there's nothing you can do
that can't be done
there's nothing you can sing
that can't be sung
nothing you can say,
but you can learn how to play the game

nothing you can make
that can't be made
no one you can save
that can't be saved
nothing you can do,
but you can learn how to be you in time

all you need
is
love.

all you need
is
love.

.love is all you need.

nothing you can know
that isn't known
nothing you can see
that isn't shown
nowhere you can be that isn't
where you're meant to be.

.love is all you need.

happiness is a warm gun (bang bang, shoot shoot)

she's not a girl who misses much.
she's well acquainted
with the touch of the velvet hand
like a lizard on a window pane.

happiness is a warm gun.
happiness is a warm gun, mama
when i hold you in my arms
and i feel my finger on your trigger
i know nobody can do me no harm.

Habakkuk 3

though the fig tree does not bud
and there are no grapes on the vines,
though the olive crop fails
and the fields produce no food,
though there are no sheep in the pen
and no cattle in the stalls,
yet i will rejoice in the lord,
i will be joyful in god my savior

eden

Come!
Cross over the threshold!
Enter the garden!

Play!

Leave your clothes
and fears--
whatever keeps you
from knowing your self
and God.

Feel the velvety leaves
of African violets
nudge your milky
skin.

Shed the darkness
you grasp,
Savor the succulent
fruit of goodness!
Come satisfy your
naked self
with God.

For I am Eve
and you Adam,
We are the raw
roots of the
tree of
life entwining,
reaching deeper
inward
into
Light.

Worship

worship often takes place in the
shower, when the steamy droplets sink
deep into my opened pores and wash
away my tears, and sins.

and prayer! it happens when i look
closely at my naked body, lathering it
with soap made of milk and honey,
and i am naked, and alone,
and quiet for once
before god.

On Inspiration, and Other Things

I gather you to my side like
ten thousand sparrows, your
tigerlily beak chirping loudly
of unknown motives: (unknown
to whom!) In the dawn's lap you flutter,
dance your twiggy jig, lure me with your
beady eyes; between your
carrotted beak you hold a
corpulent creature: your captive,
my inspiration.

Ashland Starbucks, November 3rd

Frosty autumn evening:
the cafe is decorated with
book readers and newspaper
browsers and old companions--
and the rumpled woman in the corner
strikes up a conversation with anyone
who'll listen:
she could've had a hysterectomy,
back when they were popular.