baby babble . . .
neon words crawl across
an urban sprawl
screw loose sir?
a hooker's invitation
into madness
silver-tongued dawn
a  hatchling opens its eyes
to the world's edge
dead-end street
autumn and winter
face to face
first quarter
moons bud-swelling
her blouse
exposing
layer on layer
old sea levels
rebel yell
Groucho dusts off
his manifesto
word by word
a new beginning
with each sound
 
earth shadow
a swinging voter
darkens the poll
encircling me
the hiss
of her eyes
sky map app
I end the universe
with a swipe
raid 0
the all or nothing
of our love
waxing moon
harsh reality
loses its edge
plum tree
what is your status
today?
in amber
the lifeless comfort
of the familiar

dilute haiku for the masses

denatured wilderness

slowpoke sun
time's after-shadow
so still
all at once
this pale blue dot
at its end.
winter shelter . . .
plaiting vowels and consonants
against the silence
dulled blood lines
'the first cut is the deepest'
I tell her
future perfect —
a white coffin cradling 
his birth cry
fog breath
a patina of me
back at me
first love
I enter her taste
of pears
poet's bridge
light making light
of the other
neverness —
light-melt
in candle tears
age-old aches
silence rolled into stone
here is light
'yes' he exclaims
at the very end of
the verbal bloom
neck shivers!
the sound of a haiku
as it leaves the page
new moon
a noumenonal
becoming
sighing pines
this chill wind also
has no home
word by word
drippling onto
the void
fire forks 
in tongues
of prayer
polar ice-melt
the Atlantic's urge to lap
Wall Street's banks
star-still night
in zenith meditation
a monk's eyes
 
half-moon
abuser and abused
as one
stillness!
the staccato
of white noise
misty moon
a swan lake cowed
by silence
dream river
a hush enters
the stage
low tide
the endless sighing
of the pines
gibbous moon
the hippo awake
a sheep no more
skeining words
a smile ping pongs
from eye to eye
dream dance
the partners hanging
on a participle
elastic dreams
old crones stretch out
the fate of words
night terror
Jung awake parses
archetypes
novel twist
Ivan contemplates
a parricide
Venus in bone
Oedipus on the move
with his platypus
withered land
an insomniac erases
the slate
dark matter
the background resonance
of our song
that rhythm!
do I hear the silence
of cicadas?