Geezerhood

Finally achieved, financial
Stability, comfort, solitude,
Alas, all accompanied by
Creeping decrepitude...

Overhead

Silver clouds hanging low
Drift spooky silent
In the moon’s glow

Different Line Of Sight

The quiet luxury of being
Able to observe, relax,
Mondays displaced and distant
A pensioner’s parallax,
No more rat race,
No more hurry,
Mondays now someone
Else’s stress and worry...

Summer In The Zoo

Crouched in air conditioned cubicles
Hiding from the heat
The urban man-apes
Wait for the sun’s retreat...

Maternal Power

When a woman becomes a wife,
She gets stronger, of course,
Then motherhood turns her
Into an implacable force,
After her children are grown
And gone out the door,
She won’t return to being
The girl she was before...

Ha Ha Ha

Sound of human laughter, sort of unsettling,
Mix of hoots, howls, and baying,
Like something from up in the
Darkened jungle trees, just saying...

Centripetal

Over 700-miles-per-hour,
The speed of my planet’s spin,
But it’s really hard to notice
From the bed I’m lying in...

Poetic Magic

Beauty, maybe a kind of power,
Appear from words aligned just-right,
But it doesn’t happen very often,
Try as one might...

Mall Musings

All hail the shopping nation,
Happiness sold on the presumption
That it can be delivered through
Various forms of consumption,
And when all else fails,
Launch ten-percent-off sales...

Stall Time

Some think great ideas
While they wait,
Others simply vegetate...

Just Do It

Chance is a
Two-edged sword
But venture is
Better than being bored

Cause & Effect

Unhappiness brews
Left untouched, it distills,
Into stress, or
Something that kills...

バレた

Nowhere to hide
Completely caught
Wear the hair-shirt
Your lies have bought

Hotel Room

Bits of lives, accumulated like
Dust in 30 square meters of space,
Defy attempts to clean, invisible
Stains in a temporary place...

Kitchen Logic

It’s sometimes true
That one man’s soup
Is another man’s stew...

Pre-Equinox

August ascended, in
Blazing hot glory,
Now retreats, leaden
Gray, desultory...

夏蝉

Cicadas keening up high
In the August trees,
Black butterfly fluttering
In a breath-like breeze...

TGIF

In pursuit of happiness,
Off into the night they went,
Each imbibing their own form
Of social lubricant,
Happiness not a place
To go to, or find,
Rather a precious, transient 
State of mind...

The Thinker

His visage of contemplation 
A wise thoughtful air
But inside his head was
Blank, nothing there...

August 夕日

Balmy evening breeze

As the sunlight pales

All is tired relief as

A long hot day exhales

Break Up

It was when things started

To sour, to drift,

That they noticed

The existence of the rift...