A Most Lovely November…2006
I’d Turn My Year On
Thanksgiving Day.
Every Six Years This Lay In Wait,
Turkey For Bait…But, Late I’d
Remember The Rustling, Bustling
Weeks Of Twinkling Smiles
For No One…To Greet, Kiss, Or
Love.

Verse In Time…Wanting Mortal Rythme.

The Mountain It’s Soul
Sentient Or Stone
Nudges Upwards.
Centimeters Over
Millenia

The Mountain It’s Faces…
Will It Grow Into The Light,
Pawning Souls On It’s Slopes
For Entrance…

Last Night, When Merlin Lay Curled On The Rug, Twitching
Claws And Ears In Memory Of Some Sparrow,
I Adjusted The Quilt, Sighed.
Merlin Opened An Eye, Saw It Was Only Me, And Walked
To Nibble On A Dish Of Mackeral…Then Lay By The Fire
Too Softly, Ignoring The Windows Too Innocently.

Each Dusk, I Closed The Flowered Curtains To Keep
Treetop Shadows Out Of Merlin’s Eyes.
But In The Mornings, Robins Scouted The Yard…And
Merlin’s Whiskers Quivered Against The Screen.

Venus. Love Goddess?
Sulphuric Acid Romance
Molten Lava Heart

Note: While This Might
Be A ‘Love’ Haiku, It Is Also
The Acid Clouds And Close-
To-Mantle Surface Of The
Planet.

Moonstruck Rust, Enchanted Rust
Gathering Substance,
Spiraling Up, Descending Crescendos
Spidering Spells Across Ground
Boundaries
Of Air, Rock, Hills, Backroad Towns
Backbone Ridges In
Time-Tinted Tin…
Sheds, Webs Of Buckets, Plows,
Wagon Wheels…
Shreds, Straps Of Harnesses
From Upon-A-Time Mules
Dusting Through Rows Flattened By
Sunstruck Rust, Twilight Rust
Passed By Ritual Busses, S.U.V.’S
Cell Phones Speaking Of Hotels,
Scenery In Chattanooga.
Turkeys Cock An Eye Toward
Medicine Robes Secluding
Four-House Towns,
Descending Invisibility On
Kitchens Of Corn Bread,
Gravy, Pork Chops

Well-A Bless My Soul, What Is Wrong With Me…
Always Questioning, Never Satisfied…
Better Wake Up, Little Susie! Wake Up…
With Overwhelming Curiosity…

Creativity Living Inside You…
It’s Back! To Bother You! Will You Survive…
With Those Old Words Upon The Page? Revise…
Argentina. Because I Wait For Words…