Ink (haiku challenge)
It’s always night here
Dark at four, this November
Even in my heart.
November 15, 2008
"Rest Stop" is an older poem of mine, from the 90s.
Rest Stop
Short, sharp, shocked.I dyed my hair yellow again.
Not much choice.
Running out of choices.
Free form verse.
You verses me.
Down in the Columbia Gorge.
Among the shadows and sunlight.
Vomit at a rest stop.
Roman vomitarium.
A Painting
You let your guard down
Didn’t see the hunter’s orange vest
Or didn’t care
Can the mute speak?
Still you run through the woods
You should be dead
A stag with the face of a woman
countenance as mysterious as the Mona Lisa’s
Run, deer, run
As if the plague were after you
As if followed by Roman soldiers
Aching to martyr.
April 8, 2008
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