Love.

here i am drowning
in a sea of honey bees
stinging endlessly

Carl Sandburg, where have you been all my life?

Under the Harvest Moon

by

Carl Sandburg

Under the harvest moon,
When the soft silver
Drips shimmering
Over the garden nights,
Death, the gray mocker,
Comes and whispers to you
As a beautiful friend
Who remembers.Under the summer roses
When the flagrant crimson
Lurks in the dusk
Of the wild red leaves,
Love, with little hands,
Comes and touches you
With a thousand memories,
And asks you
Beautiful, unanswerable questions.

burning house haiku

moon is almost full

as the house burns to the ground

 

i smoke cigarettes

Sidewinder

at look to willing be must we

.angles different from things

  views of points different, perspectives Different

our dislodge we until not is it

concept static our from selves

begin can we that order of

the understand & see truly to

the of beauty intricate

is it. Indeed. universe

.experience an quite

Upwards

C’est la vie, no?

around.

instead i fuck

do! dowhat’s right.

be!

i need to be.

right now.

and i am bored,

when i am bored

i am dangerous,

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I sleep in houses
but I don’t live any       where.
I live everywhere.
An autumn change blows
I am           let go.
I miss Zhuangzi
The weather makes me think of him
What is there left?
Only to die.
But before…
I am going to live

Recession

I am over

educated &

severely under

employed. Can a

person live on grass?

I guess we shall see.

I just spent $50

on a dog & I’m hungry.

But flea free! i feel like

i am in a people pound

and dogs come and pick

me, and I just go along.

Amen. So be it.

Autumn night haiku

the wind blows gently

yet, eye of the storm, am I

around and around