Catatonic

It blankets her again,
The null, blank, and void,
Boredom’s version of Zen...

Quiet Sentinels

Trees are seen,
But not heard,
Listen to the green...

Somewhere Near Lumut

Beneath the fronds of
Oil palms, growing in a line,
Lies the coiled cobra,
In a spot where the sun don’t shine...

Kicking-In

Minutes pass
Too slowly
Waiting for effects
Of coffee...

End Game

Deadline looming
Time running out
Run in circles
Scream and shout...

Relativity

Blurry, awoken
From a long lost night
Two clocks show different
Times, which one is right?

Sakura Lounge

Airport lounge
Business class
Beer automatically
Pours in the glass
Moneyed passengers
Don’t even think
About the time
Just start to drink

Tentative

Circumspection
Caused by fear
Of rejection...

Prepper

Bunker all supplied,
Preparations made,
Ready to survive
When the Aliens invade,
Locked and loaded,
Stay quiet, lay low,
Should be OK
As far as I know...

Loess Love

Farmer’s daughter and hired
Hand, tumble into lust,
Wrestle on the grass
And Aeolian dust,
Love as hot as
The prairie sun,
Burns quick and bright,
And then it’s done...

Let It Be

Regular bowels,
And few regrets,
Is about as good
As life gets...

Chemical Reaction

Unbathed and free
The trailer park chronic,
Voices inside his head
Are symphonic,
Playing loudly on
An internal speaker,
Wired in the brain
Of the tweaker...

Frisco Blues

Sedated in San Francisco,
Don’t know where my good life went,
Stagger on the sidewalk,
Look for a spot to pitch my tent...

Trapped

Bad times in the barrio,
The drugs and gangs demand,
Young men join, run away,
Or try to make a stand...

Unmarked grave sites
Under the desert sand...

Nebraska Territory

Prairie survival
In a hut made of sod
Backbreaking labor
And faith in God
Old country abandoned
To come out here
Into the big empty
As a pioneer...

Wallflower

Blessed are the meek,
Though their prospects
May be bleak...

Soon After Sunrise

Morning swarm, herd, scramble,
On feet, wheels, and rail,
All drawn, sucked-in as
Work places and schools inhale...

Nocturnal

Slowly the
Knock-out gases seep
Into my brain
To make me sleep
Then filter through
Synapses and seams
To unlock the door
And release my dreams...

お彼岸

Tidying up the family grave,
Laying flowers, vaguely aware
That memories keep alive
The lost ones buried there...

Unneeded

No empathy for
Snobs or haters
Or people who
Walk up escalators

Overexertion

It’s a good thing to
Strive and compete,
But important to know
When to chill, or retreat...

Not Quite Right

A nagging sense
That something’s missing,
Pin-hole in the
Life raft, softly hissing...

Biding Time

Some pause
And anticipate
Others simply
Sit and wait