freshman year

i would like to lie down in a field

and focus on a single snaking cloud

as it travels hundreds of miles in an hour

writing sometimes seems pointless

when so many greater have done much

and i need only lie back and let them speak

music haiku

my unborn daughter dances

in time to banjo picks and

nylon strums and hoarse shouts

botanical gardens

head down walking, trailing

vapors behind to mingle with

the tree-clinging fog

Agamemnon

When your brother’s wife was taken,
you launched an empire’s ships.

What did you expect?
That so great a man would kiss your rings
while you stole his woman?

Their blood was spilled into your cup
and you drained it.

kerouac said that he spent a month attatched to a typewriter and never edited his flow of words; that he bought an extra large roll of typewriter paper so he didn’t even have to waste the time to change the rolls. i don’t believe it. but i aspire to it.

music haiku pt2

vocal harmonies stream

out of the open window

and across the birds jumping through dried leaves

“Requiem for the Croppies” sliced

Thee of greatcoats,
of “No-one Run.”
Striking, we quick
our country.

Priest behind with
tramp-people marching
the lay-ditches, a hardly
on hike.

Polyphemus

A solitary eye like
a spotlight roving,
searching, finding
nothing.

Over the rocks in the cave,
looking for the intruder,
who has broken in an planted
a fiery wedge in his mind.

Patroclus

A servant in hero’s clothes
receives a hero’s end.

His courage spilled in the dust,
seeping through thrice forged bronze.