Tuesday, August 20, 2013

More Recent Twitter Tanka

two eyes staring
out from the glass coffin
of my skull,
Snow White, I wish I could sleep
as peacefully as you

waking from a nap 
to sunshine and 
Frank Sinatra singing, 
“The Sunny Side 
of the Street” 

stuck to the pavement
like melted ice cream
     your words 
     a gathering of flies

argue about stars, 
Orion and his hounds 
continue across 
the winter sky 

ladled out of
mother’s womb,
I continue to 
splatter and spill
this life of mine

the motorcycle riders
didn’t stay long,
a cigarette or two
and they were 
gone again

it was 
the kind of moon 
that called for
train whistles, 
but gave only memories

so many windows 
on yesterday,
but none 
that see into

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