Love Song Haiku- Day 11

Naked truths sing out:
Cohen’s on the stereo.
Spring rains sound like love.

Houndstooth Hustle- Day 10

Meeting under bright, drunken lights which stream neon
onto the faces of those underneath, and while
slow balladeers beating taut drums to entice movement
in a deeply chemetic cloud of anonymity and
chances. And with flourish from grain and the knowledge of
impermanence, these tightly wound embraces
make patterns on an unlit street, and fated encounters
prove helpful for the gusts of cold winds.

Rice Closet- Day 9

Deep rice cooks
in a heavy pot.

Laughter scatters,
spilling its grain.

A closet shrinks,
boasting renewal.

No barter required,
just total connection.

Jazz- Day 8

Jazz-club feelings
rattle the Sundaytime blues
with loud.

Rhythms uncharmed
but counted, circle through
fleshes, wild.

Keep the beat and
demonstrate abilities of
full adaptation.

Roaring temptations
pour outside, ringing through
shiny brass.

Silence sweats on,
causing sweet, unpredicted,
bare pauses.

El Asunto- Day 7

Inspirada por viejos amantes
y nuevas oportunidades,
se sienta bajo el sol.

Horas pasan, desnudas y
furiosas, demandando que
su inquietud se calme.

Las caricias del sol no
son suficientes para
enloquecerla.

La paciencia baja a un
nivel, sus pasiones como
un molino de chocolate.

Ardorosamente pausa,
bajo el sol, para pensar
en momentos extinguidos.

King Spa Haiku- Day 6

Curves are all around.
King Tut lets us pray and sweat.
Let’s just all relax.