Other Poetry

"Hammertime"

So, it's the end of the world.
And the hammer comes down on YOUR head,
But you're not dead.
Not yet.

With your last gust of will
You've escaped
Into your hair.

Hair remembers.
Your hair remembers five years ago
When lover's fingers parted locks miraculously.

You remember her
That silly hairstyle that she thought was so cute
And all the vagaries you put up with
For the interpenetration of digits and follicles.

And you remember that other hairstyle
That always distracted you --
That she never dared to have:
Straight, clean and golden,
The edge cut at an angle
Rising.

And you wish for fingers now
Belonging to that lost lustrous hair
To part you
Into myriad strands of oblivion.

Believe it or not, God is kind --
Even if only to the dying.

"Not a Haiku"

No, it's not a haiku.
No, I am not an orca.
No, you are not going to be hung at sunrise.
We can't wait that long.

"Wings"

I jumped off a tall cliff,
Plummetted,
Hoping to grow wings before impact

But instead the wind pulled my armpit flesh back to my toes like a squirrel.

"Rain Kiss"

            Rain,
         Sacred gift
     Of summer monsoons,
Preparing the clouds as canvas
  For broad crimson strokes,
       Paints sunset's
            Kiss.