21 Oct 2015

– Haiku

The curly clipping
moon we had three nights ago
is now a hangnail.

– Senryu

Our oil change blockhouse
glows like some fraternal rush –
all lights are burning.

– Senyu

Who am I seeking,
watching people as they pass
from foreign planets?

– Tanka

Too many pictures –
now the violence in our lives
demands new liars
for the facts to be ignored,
the status quo protected.

– Tanka

Don’t say you’re sorry.
Don’t say anything at all –
if unrepentant
as you wear the mark of Cain
that comes with white male power.