From March 2005 Journal

 

decomposed haiku for the wind & my love, my one true ring

licks of light, fading
flicker & so a familiar strum
echo voices itself, unsure academy, can
i write this song)   ?   (was my point —
the only light flickering in the sound
wind rattling window panes
the whole of what i've learned fits
into a night, might, so easily delight.

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improv for a certain etymology

improv for one last can of sigh

teeth fall from a seasick mouth
blood soaks the Pittman's Rule
spreading like a drought
abandons every hollow i
reminds the abandoned why he tries
last flickering hope within him dies

the words, all lost from island view
on the eternal wave he thought was you.