Poor Laika

Did they scratch your ears
and say (in Russian), "Good girl!"
as they sealed the hatch?

Parking lot shade tree—

Parking lot shade tree—
tends her flock of metal sheep
on fields of asphalt

Maimed Haiku

Poor artless poem—
I've assembled a body
bereft of a soul.

Bird Chow

Resourceful red bird—

The cardinal steals dog food

one piece at a time.

Oakleys

Polarized lenses—
My eyes and the color red
meet for the first time.

Solitary crow—

Solitary crow—
Your vulgar proclamations
desecrate the dawn.

Sunrise

Dawn, Easter Sunday —

The Son arose in the East

and banished darkness.

Burden

Sweet girl,
forgive yourself;
It was never your fault.
Don't choose to live another day
with shame.

34°

A cold spring morning —
Delicate newborn blossoms
droop dejectedly.

Design Flaw

I'd like to exchange
my processor for a muse.
Sadly, it's hardwired.

April 7, 2014

Affirmation

Dear Gentle Reader,
If I stack my words neatly,
will you call them art?

April 7, 2014

Interstate

Iron-clad rubber shod
eighty-mile-an-hour ants
blindly racing clocks.

Tightly Clustered Bracts

Emboldened by spring,
reticent dogwoods reveal
their hidden faces.

Barren Corner

Today the workers
exhumed the dead, rotting roots.
Emptiness remains.
An open grave bears witness
to a despicable act.

8th of May

The rose,
freed from the mud,
shook the earth from her roots
and danced joyfully about the
garden.

Rainy Monday

Tornados, flash floods,
they're both possibilities.
Wet socks just happened.

On Structure

My challenge lies in
molding a concept to fit
an established form.

Near Miss[classification]

Somehow
introversion
was almost labeled a
personality disorder.
Nonsense!

Automaton

I am no artist.
I adhere clinically
to a set pattern.

The Gospel of Planck

Quantum physics is
handwriting analysis
of God's signature.

midnight guardian

Silly little dog!
What are you going to do,
annoy them to death?

Misanthrope

People make no sense.
I can't categorize them.
There's no formula.

Prom Survival Tip

Response to a Twitter survey for the best dressed prom-goers:

To Kill an Introvert

I hide in plain sight.
Seems I am the Boo Radley
of my own story.

Less is More

You can speak volumes

with seventeen syllables.

Discipline your thoughts.

Youth

Mistakes at sixteen
are readily forgiven.

Live and learn, my son.

November 1, 2013

It Seemed Like a Good Idea at the Time...

Spontaneity:
It's the work of the devil.
Think before you act.

Wreck on the Interstate

Too many people,
too fast, too close together:
I hope no-one's hurt.

Lacrosse

A frantic mashup
of basketball and soccer
with sticks and violence.