a lack of sleeplessness

I slept surprisingly well last night,
only to find myself on the wrong train.
What — if anything — am I thinking?
You’re almost smiling,
but not nearly at me.

I work for a small company that is owned by a
very large company that just so happened to
cease existing as of today. My response? haiku:

the Dow plunges —
the bitterness
of a 4-dollar latte

accelerate!
a fat gray squirrel
crosses the street

honest...

honest
as the day is long
she said
you’re safe.
you’re safe with me.
as sure
as the leaves
will never fall
I sit alone
watching
the shadows
lengthen.

starless
I finally
feel Fall

church bells

waiting for the train
a clamor
of Blackberries

a skunky beer —
my favorite dive bar
without the cobwebs

September chill —
a psychic reads
the Wall Street Journal

I often write of trains...

...or at least while waiting for them. here is an article I wrote for gotpoetry.com on that exact subject.

pot hole on Wall Street —
the bottom
nowhere in sight

for Richard Wright

an empty wine glass —
the Great Gig
in the Sky

Wall Street headline —
full moon
in a starless sky

friday morning

friday morning
the train running late
I’ve run out of things to write.
I’m shivering so violently
my bones shake
my fellow commuters
reveling in lingerie ads.
the sign reads “No Smoking”
while I weigh the pros and cons
of setting myself on fire.

starry eyes —
I pretend to know
the constellations

maybe
after the clouds break —
a haiku

This haiku began its life as a rambling fragment on twitter:

maybe after the clouds break — the words that fail me

ten years later
there is still
a blue horizon