practice run

roses are dark red
jalapenos can be too
my rhyme scheme haiku

Redux

Shoes; a pair fit in my hand

Shoes sometimes bronzed
for museum-reverence, dusty
display on living room mantle

Unfathomable they once
thundered across hardwood
floors in a symphonic cacophony
of thumping, giggles, pure joy.

Little shoes; toy-like.

Worn soles, tattered seams,
frayed laces a dingy gray

Just a pair of shoes. Hers.

Two little shoes in a box
reminding me of a time when
questions asked were serious,
mock-profound, the answers
given in return simple

not vice versa

She walked in those shoes
a long time ago, and now will
have the chance to walk in mine
and someday, not so many years
ahead, she will have a pair of
little shoes, sitting in a box
and will wax on the unfathomable
truth that her own son once was
small enough to wear them

Shoes. A pair fit in my hand…

Hipster

 

Sinatra shaman
quotes Frank ala Goethe;
philosophically

Be studious

When your faith
is tested
your belief doesn’t
get graded

but you do

I’ve checked

It is no longer a choice to
run away, join the circus

you need to speak to
a recruiter, for screening

so says their website

French Foreign Legion
not an option anymore;
I possess none of the
high-tech skills they are
currently seeking

Ironically, being an outcast
is no longer a desirable,
employable attribute

Even carnies know the I-9
drill, show up at their
kid’s schools for career day.

Escape just isn’t
what it used to be

Hiatus

Its less a case of
writers block, more bridge-is-
out, take a detour

Perched. Quietly.

Perched. Lurking.

A homecoming
overture to dance
snidely rebuffed

former friends
wronged, promises
not kept, purposely
broken

someone left behind

Threats made in anger
bitterness and betrayal;
jealousy, envy

Sitting, watching.
Stoic yet tenuous, sinister
yet benign, stone cold
and weathering
watching, waiting…for…?

They are all here
gargoyles on my soul

Worth pondering in any key

Life is an accordion

the harder you squeeze,
the more discordant
the music

Pro(lost and)found

Sitting on the beach
in front of my rented
cabana

watching others relax
sipping my daiquiri
(banana)

wondering how sincere
a man can be, ad libbing
his mantra