May Thoughts

mulch is the smell of

spring is coming we are all

going to be fine

A First Year's First Winter Quarter in Haiku

this is not real life

their voices somehow become

my own words inside.

this statement changes

to questions that cannot be

answered in a proof,

explained and reasoned

by papers drafted over

and over again.

when do my actions

cease to be prerequisites

for so called real life?

Resonance

Hear my voice through the
open wood: I am no one's
critic but my own

The Inbetween

[written 10/9/12 next to Book 1 lines 353d-e of "The Republic of Plato" in sosc class]


turn me inside out
sing so my heart may open
freedom to search my
soul, battered, beaten
still has been forever mine
and now forever
yours

For When You Are Feeling Alone

please remind yourself

the vultures will go to where

the dead body lies

No Name #2

blessed are those who

wait for the day in silence

with open watchful eyes

Noose Moon

from the start of time

the moon has hung by its neck

dangling from a noose

it has no control

wavering dead porcelain

letting the night lead