Halloween commute —
Elvis asks
for spare change

today's favorite spam subject line

likelihead preembodied polygrapher

morning commute —
no need to run
it’s the MBTA

closing the storm windows —
the Red Sox win
the World Series

between you and me (revisited)

sad
doesn’t begin to describe it
because
my practiced consternation
crumbled into secret joy
because
you
did the math
and swallowed hard
because
the heart
that beats
within you
is suddenly
silent.

midnight —
the tired groan
of a freight train

freshly fallen leaves —
a two-hour meeting
I can’t avoid

mild October day —
a street sweeper stalls
outside Fenway

this one started as a sentence fragment:

how thoughtful of the train
to give me so much time
to solve the master sudoku

...which was then distilled to something more senryu-esque:

train running late
I solve
the master sudoku

I’m still trying to decide which I like better...

cool autumn night —
gently covering
the chile peppers

between you and me

between you and me
there is a chasm
with only your name on it.
between you and me
I need not know
what is in it.
between you and me
I insist
that I not know
what is in it
ever.
between you and me
my fervent hope
is that you willingly
and quietly
explore the depths of the abyss
that is uniquely you,
and that you call it home.
between you and me
I want nothing more
than for there to be
nothing more
between you and me.

an important decision:
“there is a season
turn turn turn”

train running late —
a dog treat
in my coat pocket

warm October night —
a 98 m.p.h. fastball

back to school —
my daughter passes
her pregnancy test