TIMEQUAKE

savour
the joy
of 

an

unread

vonnegut

waiting

on 

the
bedside

night stand

HEMINGWAY STOLE MY TB HANDKERCHIEF

i pond skate over
those clever depths
that scare me rigid
from 
the 
bolo loaded bookshelves
their ferret rounds
ready 
in paperback disguise


~


the prose like glass
the full metal jackets
& 
the cut of
a 
between-the-wars
wilkinson sword

vonnegut
at least
gives me a shoulder
before
the
bayonets
at
dawn


~


theres no comparison there
theres no inspiration there

that
wont
make
me
bleed
struggle pup tears

& hemingway
he stole my tb handkerchief


~

tears-
their own catalyst 

ferment
in the ennui petri dish

of
the
uks
daily no way

from amazon.com

FEBRUARY HAIKUS

vonnegut & goodis

paperback spines busted

night fire spits outdoors  


~


the small gods 

burn small leaves

gentle lakes
dirt beach


~


we react as water

in a winter like stone

pocahontas pikachu & me

AUTUMN ON THE NEXT PAGE 1

i want it
always spring

warm & new
winter
unglued

i want my
flip flops
flip flapping
in
a
light fun tumble
of
inconsequential rain

with autumn on the next page

&
a 
mindfulness
that cannot
turn blue

by forbesoste from youtube.com