Haiku*

a passing spring wind
gently sways the maple leaves
waving me goodbye


*I wrote this haiku my last real day of community college.

Haiku

the morning birds sing
but I stumble into class
Frankenstien style

Spring's Dregs

Dull humming
of the refrigerator
follows me outside
like a trail of grey smoke
late
late
early
early
sleeping scheduales
make no difference
im still
droopy
and
tired
and yet
boredom's humming
is blown away on tomorrow's zephyr

to Society

they want you to fake it, but never admit to it

Haiku

stars in the Spring sky
an ambitious soccerball
hits me in the groin

Haiku

middle of the night
the little cricket and I
spring back in terror

Sunset Blv.

There is nothing epic about the Odyssey driving in front of me.

Haiku

People look better
when you put your glasses on
generally speaking

Ben

yeah, we should have ran

At the Intersection of Cowardice and Neurosis

Sinister paparazzi;
the yellow lights
flash off the dark, wet asphalt
disperse through the windshield mist
through my glasses
chagrin
she noticed
the yellow glare
reflected on my face
as I miss the light
and develop a photographic memory

the passenger seat is empty

Haiku

Washing his sneakers
as he races to the car
puddle by puddle

Haiku

Crawling inch-by-inch
making its way across my
denim universe

Haiku

Jumping up the vine
only to slide back down it
Mario style

Synthetic

powerlines
but a lack of energy
behind the computer screen

a tear;
strain not sorrow

later the book
told me to shut it:
"dude stop whining"

a melancholy melody
dropped its notes
like a bomb

like a Vietnamese
I smashed a cricket
12:22 a.m.

I forgot physics
and the night sky disappointed me

Poem*

how quickly
they fall
this autumn


*I know we are approaching June, but I found this while looking through some old notebooks and didn't want to forget it so I achieved it on the blog.

5'7"

The closer your head is to the ground, the closer it goes to the ground.

Haiku

she knows she's pretty
breaking through the corridor
she knows I know too...

Haiku

5 in the morning
"It's great you're up this early!"
good night grandmother

Haiku

after the party
a thrush sings me to my car
3 in the morning

Aphorism

For me, using poetry to fight off a depressing night is like warding off a dragon with a twig.

I've written another short story. I began writing it in Isreal and I finished it here. Its genius is no where near The Cheekbone, but it is much more conventional and easier to read. Like The Cheekbone, I don't deal with strait symbolism as much as I deal with nuance and undertone. So here it is:

On Idolatry

Haiku

the little lizard
does push-ups on Spring concrete
the little lizard

Be careful what you wish for... Agoura Hills*


*Agoura Hills is a quiet, little suburb outside of L.A..

Haiku

Perched on the Pine tree
the crow sits on the apex
'till another joins.

They are only adults if you are a child

Haiku

The little droplet
waits patiently on my sleeve
to burst into it

Haiku

incessant chirping
the clock ticking does not help
--rolling in my bed

Haiku

reaching for the sun;
you blossom into your form
one leaf at a time

Haiku

cricket symphony
an old refrigerator
moans less than I do

Haiku

eventually
the water will be enough
little dragonfly

Haiku

a thousand deadends
does this useless fern provide
the wandering ant

Haiku

dull companion
is this silly mosquito
elevator ride