two street puppies: one with laser-like focus, one oblivious
Derelict Dogs [Haiku]
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Avalanche [Free Verse]
One false footing erases the screeched blackboard writing that'd formed in my mind & everything becomes a blank, white emptiness -- Not a good empty. Not a good quiet. The emptiness of blinding pain. That's the slow, cold death of falling into a drift and then cascading, tumbling, tumbling, in an avalanche. Wrenched asunder - or so it feels - and left to go numb in a silence so total that i know it's my first experience with true silence. We all fall down? That's what the plague rhyme says, isn't it? -- Madmen & Holymen, and those who take this fall and are twisted into a grotesque blend of both. Which way is up? Tiny seedlings can tell, but I cannot. I'm lost -- 50/50, I dig myself deeper into my own doom. My life trickles in a file of hours, dripping into that dim distance of non-time. I'll stay lost until the spring thaw when I'll ride the glacial runoff to complete my tumble as a gray and bloated thing.
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The Internet [Verse in Tetrameter]
We've reached the place where screams aren't heard. You'd think they'd build into a din, but one can't grasp a single word. It has become silent as sin. The angry words are shot to black - that inky void that's unpatrolled, It's silent, yet all're struck by flak. Still, no one admits being sold. But each life 's a product consumed. They wail away the night and day, pretending they're not rightly doomed. Some will say that it's here to stay... True, but are we?
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Bright Heights [Haiku]
sun-warmed rooftop, clouds down in the valley -- i breathe in bright heights
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Haunted Forest [Tanka]
trees stand straight in the woods they call "haunted;" all i see are trees, but maybe they're ghost trees and I see nothing at all
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Color Town [Lai]
a colorful town - no beige, gray, or brown - flows wide flows river-like down that soft, rolling moun- tain side watching sun go down from the old playground, i slide
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Jaguar [Tanka]
even at rest, the jaguar looks fast - as long as its eyes are focused & its feet pad the ground
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Dreaming Evil Clowns [Spencerian Sonnet]
My lungs were burning as I ran through town, and tried to escape the streets of cobbled stone and he from whom I ran, that evil clown, whose paint obscured a face I once had known, but how could I know something that's unknown and, thinking that, I knew it made no sense, though I knew it true deep within my bones. Then stirred by eyes so burning and intense, I picked a pointy stick for my defense, and chucked it at the creature's beastly heart. I missed its heart by width of a ten-pence. The clown, in turn, tossed it back like a dart. Awaking to sharp pains in my frail chest, the clown had slayed me, or so I guessed.
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Sunset on the River [Haiku]
the sun sets as we drift down the river, past grand temples
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Shakespeare’s Tragedies, Condensed: Part, The Last
I King Lear too much loved being praised, and too little recognized love. He shunned the daughter he should’ve kept, and held tightly those in need of a shove. II Timon of Athens spent lavishly, but then - in his time of great need - no one would return the favor, so he gave his last coin to watch Athens bleed. III Antony is a love-struck boy, and plots are afoot he can't grasp. He ends in slow suicide by sword, while Cleopatra goes out with an Asp. IV Coriolanus was kind of a jerk, and that's why he was exiled. But he could vanquish all of Rome. Death to the reciprocally reviled!
