There was a fine singer from Nashville who couldn't ever get on a show bill. Others sang of their trucks, but he drove a Prius. So, relating through song was a task, uphill.
Nashville Limerick
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Category Archives: poem
Houston Limerick
There was a rich man from Houston who sought a nice pad to roost in. He soon found his lair, and worked right downstairs. And, thus, felt the ups and downs of Houston.
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Puddle Mirror [Haiku]
the puddle reflects clouds, mountains, and sky more vivid than truth
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Green City [Tanka]
a desert city stretches green between the mountains; do people choose trees, or do trees co-opt humans?
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Invisible Fetters [Tetrametric Verse]
People penned up without borders by some hidden social order wear uniform-less uniforms, and form a matrix, not a swarm. What invisible chains bind them? Where are the minders who mind them? Is compliance written in our genes -- remnant from ages of Kings and Queens?
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Full Swing [Haiku]
pumping the swing, i quickly regain the rhythm of my youth
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Bull Street [Senryū]
the bull doesn't feign stealth, yet gets close enough to make shoppers poop themselves
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Deep in the Forest [Free Verse]
What happens in the strange, nearsighted isolation of the forest? -- sounds dulled by thick, soft moss and masked by burbling water, and insect buzz, and bird song What happens to the rude mechanicals who venture too deep into those soft but terminal lands? -- where the last stand of life plays out
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Mythic Love [Free Verse]
Myths cheapen love with potions & pointy passion projectiles, pansies squeezed over the eyes of cold souls [when paired with a proper incantation] can make love from naught or turn love on its head, but that which can be turned on its head is not love -- & never was love.
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Cold Stone [Haiku]
winter: stone sculpture of snuggled infant & mother; my bones grow cold
