With one single look
I saw the coming rapture
We would soon capture
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or from the bottom on up
stir it real good -
Whispers in my ear
Passing butterfly advice
Don't float, bee the sting -
no straight lines for me
like nature I want thick haze
on my cushy wave -
old timers swore that
The Patio theater was
pronounced The Pay Show -
I need some space to
Ruminate and fumigate
While I ideate -
sleepwalk while thinking
about everything but now
know notice gets you -
playing in the yard
a row of peony bushes
bees buzzing the buds -
Talked with an old friend
About species return to
Our sprawling city
As children there was
Few fauna to be found here
Not forest preserve
Not in our nearby
Neglected river and park
Just pigeons and carp
No longer the case
Deer, bass, and herons. Oh my
In friendly confines
Today on the El
After our talk I saw what
First seemed a pigeon
Perched on train platform
Until I saw the profile
Predator. Beak. Eyes.
Large red brown feathers
Plume and talons on display
Avian hunter
Urban red-tailed hawk
Scanning for her next repast
No pigeon is she -
where rubber neuro
meets utter linguistic road
keep your wallet closed -
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Let them stew in their own nest.
It's their cauldron now. -
Icy relations
Best to thaw with a candle
Than a flame thrower -
peel the onion skin
lay bare layer by layer
hot tears tear my eyes -
keep them in their place
The Landed Gentry Glee Club
sings that old refrain -
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rebounding round my noggin
echolalia -
my older siblings
by nearly a decade would
taunt without mercy
using a made up slur which
would send me into a tantrum
It's meaning unknown
by all of us, even them
still wounded me deep
then parental discipline
ended their bullying glee
but they scribbled it
all over the basement walls
now etched in my soul
I'm forever an "oottsie"
whatever that may mean
scarred for life you say
perhaps, but I have my doubts
even a made up word
an "oottsie" I may be but
nobody likes a whiner -
Want my nirvana
Seems like a nice place to be
Sounds just right for me
Oops. By wanting nirvana
I missed the mark once again -
A frog on a log
Obsessed on a midair fly
Ribblt Ribbit (slurp) -
Daily office time.
Snipe, connive, deceive, backstab.
At Vipers Nest Corp -
Share morning haiku
Wash, dress, eat. Gather my lance.
Tilt at a windmill -
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Missed and taken paved the way
On the road to ruin -
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In a consilience trunk
Biophilia -
my good intentions
have paved my very own road
brick by brick to hell
while my very low
expectations have served me
well on chosen path -
turn over new leaves
return to a time before
my get up and go
got up and went out into
autumn rain from the get go -
To name a thing is
To know a thing is nothing
To think about names -
Penciling some prose
By lamplight in my garret
Teenage evening flow -
Toy car drives Persian
rug imagined road pattern
President Ike talking
Large wood cabinet
Small round cathode tube. Big dials
Traffic builds on rug -
Seraphim getting
Lost in a fog of feelings
Humanities grist -
it's common knowledge
what mice, men, and god think of
any plan you make -
The Sentient Bean
My morning fine grind coffee
Makes me extra woke
Haiku a Day 