Thou Shall Not Kill

Thou shall not kill and yet here lays yet another kind, beautiful, wonderful, innocent, civil soul. Death on the tarmac, they call it except it’s death in a blanket in a home on a couch, where the monsters are not allowed. not even supposed to be.. Grievances, stupidity, wrongful, emptiness of consciousness aside Why? Why?…

the act of disappearing after streaking through

I see the traces in the sky from my window here, one spider dangling. Only traces of orange-rosé, flashing across blue hues, not ready to disappear, please, don’t abandon me here. Don’t leave yet. First, we excuse ourselves for this poor attempt at a photo from the last hour. Try as we may, those colors…

Candle in the night

Candle in the night, how bright I seem to remember you from afar, in an eons away era, your voice, So softly speaking, no ahems ever needed Oui… mmmmm.. oui… non. Pourquoi? Ahhhh. Oui. A small smile, quickly passing, Un, deux secondes à repartir avant que ce visage se crispe de nouveau, Le regard n’est…

3 to 1, ducks in furor

The other day, on the shores of the river bank, four ducks were in a squabble. One screaming at the others “No, no, no, no, no,” and swimming away fast fuming. The three others would not let the piece go. They swam around, threading here, threading there. Squabble more, squabble, squabble. Suddenly, a flapping of…

Desires of a king

Below, mesdames, messieurs, and everyone else, is a verse written for a fellow being. The mute cat salutes them wherever they may be. Lounging like a pacha I am, Just waiting, in agony perhaps, or maybe my cabinet has not arrived. Either way, though I cannot say, exquisitely, I end my day, in such an…

To sleep. Where?

  So where to sleep?  When there’s no couch, no mattress soft enough, no bench in the clouds, no hard sidewalk corrupted enough, where to sleep? The mute cat has a name. No, they will not give it yet. They only ask this question because the tree is too small, the cardboard boxes are not…

Wonderings

The mute cat once wondered is silence a virtue? or a curse? He could not, unfortunately, say it aloud. It just isn’t possible. Nevertheless, he wondered. Only to puff and huff and sense That his whiskers were off. Urgh… how dare they! Hi all! Good holiday wishes for you! We wait for spring to usher…

Fireworks

Fireworks ablaze sounds more like a war or an avalanche to me be careful, be safe. Tis no new year with all around, omicron here, even so, I see no good tidings, just simply, people calls, and rejection notes, One after the other … … … … … … … … … … … ……

nighttime stories… or an attempt

Freezing winter night I can’t stand my hat, hair static, please can I cut my hair again? (end of parentheses) little pine tree, potted, is in the window, baubles clinking, angels frozen singing A jazz trio is playing a Christmas three man jam to the night. One young boy, in a bright blue turquoise ski…

Letters

A pack of letters sitting blank on the desk, a writing endeavor. The mute cat sits still on the cards ready to send joy in this sad bright season. Well, we say! This is becoming Haiku December! Or something like that. Our favorite activity to do this month is sending holiday cards.  What’s your favorite…