Payoff

 

What is worth 

Noting down 

May or may not be 

 

Worth the price to pay for winning 

Poems, though you’ll never know 

The odds if you don’t 

 

Place your bets. 

 

 

Life Coordinates

 

Where you find yourself 

Now, the only thing

 

That can bother you is already 

Out of reach behind you— 

 

Just don’t turn around,

Or you’ll lose it. 

 

 

 

 

 

Haiku: Acme Nest Building, Inc.

 

Mourning dove dips in 

To garden to pick up twig— 

 

Wings back armed to teeth. 

 

 

 

 

 

Nipped In The Bud: Almost Divine Retribution

 

That bitch of a muse doesn’t give a shit 

If you don’t know where you’re going 

With the poem you’re working on; 

 

She just wants to know where 

That shitty poem came from, so 

She can strike you dumb to the core 

 

Before you make an ass 

Of yourself again. 

 

 

 

 

In Memoriam

 

Patchwork footprints 

 

Belonging to those 

Out of the way 

 

Spirits who breathed 

In small pied patches 

 

Of an everyday world 

In tatters 

 

And left swirling, 

Swaths of uniform black 

 

Holes scattering the slightest 

Distance behind them, 

 

Mere light years away.