Unexpectedly

Sometimes
You will find hope
At the end
Of your rope...

Missed Signals

Away it went
Unreceived
After it was sent
Leaving a
Contrail
Emotional
Air mail...

Pre-WWW

Oh, those analog
Days of old
Unconnected
Less controlled

Man’s Best Friend

Walking back with burritos
We come upon the greenest grass
Summer-cut, in the shade of a tree,
Not about to let it pass
My Labrador stops to sniff
And finds intoxication
In some sort of earthy whiff
A squirrel’s smell, a hare,
And she starts rolling in it
Dog ecstasy in the August air...

Last One Left

Visit to the graveyard
Now all alone
Small solace given
By words carved in the stone

サラリーマン

Grimly grabbing the hand ring
Wishing he could sit,
But thankfully his station
Is coming up in a bit,
Then there’s another day
Of office toil ahead,
And fourteen hours before
Getting back to bed...

孫

Offspring of our offspring
What wonder and joy
They can bring

Extending
Life beyond
Our ending

Double Burger

Man consumes cow
Meat chewing meat
Washed down with cola
You are what you eat?

立秋

Cicadas tire and disappear
Bell crickets trilling
Autumn is near...

Incapability

Selfishness, myopia,
Consistently corrode
Utopia...

Califias

Temperate abundance
Tortillas and grapes
Hurrying hordes
Of car-driving apes

On The Hook

Ordered to act
As bait
All he could do
Was wiggle & wait

Hunkering

Nothing ventured,
Nothing gained,
But nothing lost, either,
Stability maintained...

Unravelling

She said it wasn’t important,
Didn’t matter all that much,
Then shrank away to a place
He could neither reach, nor touch,
All of it unfolding in the
Fading, warm, tawny air,
A gorgeous sunset, and beginning
Of the end of the affair...

特攻隊

Following the only course
Their fates and orders allowed,
Launched up to deadly sky,
They vanish into the cloud,
And as much as their
Families will pray and yearn,
The boy-pilots
Will never return...

Mundane

Peaceful place,
Safe to rest,
Boring? Sure,
But it’s the best,
Chaos avoided,
Suppressed...

Gone Viral

Say what you might.
Think what you will,
A nasty rumor
Is hard to kill,
Might get forgotten,
But out there still...

Creation

Seemed like her brain was
Empty, the cupboard bare,
Then it appears, from
Nowhere, out of the thin air...

Rifleman Americana

Hateful and misguided,

The angry teen,

Will solve his problem

With an AR-15...

O-Bon

Old family spirits glide
Down to where the
August lanterns guide...

Crayons

A rule for life, as the
Situation offers and defines,
Think outside of the box,
But color inside the lines...