Next’s The Beginning

Notebook completed; page un-blanked; th’caress of wind-soothed heat.

Poems From Café Living Room

These pages three, in their loose ‘n blank-lined state, are, together, a haiku.

Poles of gold; bridled porcelain.

People-watching; people, watching me.

Over the water, w’thin the waves of crashing flame, I sit ‘n write.

私はいくます; いくました.

T’was where I was standing, with Molly wavin’.

With pub fire calling, its warmth tempting all in, Molly, through the rain she yet led.

We must face each fireless night.

Neurotaclismic chasmmind find pain in memorandemonia

The cold wind lifts these leaves.

In confinement – self ‘n solitary –
there sits a child.

Solitary; stone-surrounded.

The city spreads its sprawl.

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