Evening Outlook
Filed under Haiku, Poetry | Comment (0)squirrels bury nuts –
long shadows cast a dark
cane for my hand
Real Life
Off-line is so empty.
The sound of bills
slapping on broken tile
echo emptiness over
the perpetual motion of
a single low decibel fan.
As if worried into movement
the fridge clicks,
shuddering with the.
unaccustomed effort
of cooling a slice of
yesterdays pizza.
Its unhappy motor
ejects a din that
smoothers all but
the most insane thoughts.
Outside a gunshot rings out,
its sound-wave cracks,
forcing a moment of
un-requested reality
into the room.
Unrestrained it also
wakes a tiresome dog
that exists only
physically chained
down in the street.
Early Shift
Filed under Haiku, Poetry | Comment (0)cyan cold dawn spreads –
cows swap visible bellows
after early shifts
Amoung Pines
Filed under Haiku, Poetry | Comment (0)lofty canopy
ejects emptied needles –
dim lifeless graveyard
Cunning Detritus
Several half smoked ciggys
and a damp Havana butt.
A broken kiddie’s tricycle.
Enough planks and beams of wood
to make a large dog house
And an old dog house.
Nuts and bolts and the spanners to tighten.
Bottles whole and in half
And assortment of branches,
a thick trunk and a bundle of sticks.
A bonnet, two doors and a seat,
enough tyres to stack as high as my head
and a black bended steering wheel.
A severed dolls head and a dead cat.
A huge double mattress hiding
the mangled end of a ladder.
A paint can not quiet crushed flat.
Country Drive
Filed under Haiku, Poetry | Comment (0)A countryside drive
at one with nature –
damn, I’ve hit a big tour bus
Living 1.0
My ride’s not a shiny racing car
nor the best 4 by 4 by far,
worse than a rusty pile of shite,
I prefer to ride my old man’s bike.
My phone won’t play a jingly tune,
nor tell me if we’ll get there soon,
unable to quickly photograph my navel,
I use a cube where no-one’s cut the cable.
Downpause
Filed under Haiku, Poetry | Comment (0)tightness fills the air
lightening strikes downward soon –
butterfly under leaves
Webzietgeist
The mighty walk amongst us
looking just as we do but
seeing only themselves in
everything they do or say.
I see nothing of them.
The righteous sit above us
looking down as we do but
reflecting our choices in
anything we do or say.
I get nothing from them.