Puddle Mirror [Haiku]

the puddle reflects
clouds, mountains, and sky
more vivid than truth

Green City [Tanka]

a desert city
stretches green between
the mountains;
do people choose trees,
or do trees co-opt humans?

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?

Bull Street [Senryū]

the bull doesn't feign stealth,
yet gets close enough to make
shoppers poop themselves

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

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.

Cold Stone [Haiku]

winter: stone sculpture
of snuggled infant & mother;
my bones grow cold

The Axeman [Free Verse]

Hangman...
Axeman... 
Guillotine art-eest...
Stool-kicker...
Lever-yanker...
Elongator of necks...

His motto:
"Making them deader
than your average beheader."

Sharpening his blade,
Split hair-testing

Precise as the 
Taoist butcher --
blade between bone,
no nicks allowed

Killer of killers,
an audience thriller

Step right up...

Any last words?

Masked & shirtless
+
pudgy & sweaty

He's the hangman,
the axeman,
a killer of killers.