for jem who says, “it’s your last lines that get me everytime.“
I’d like to think of
myself as the O. Henry
of the haiku form.
for jem who says, “it’s your last lines that get me everytime.“
I’d like to think of
myself as the O. Henry
of the haiku form.
Secretive. Works for
the CIA. Won’t say where
it’s been for four years.
Like the extra hour
when we fall ahead, this one
day a trick in time.
Today J begins
flying not yet a driver
the sky’s the limit
Kid in candy shop
I dab on product in search
of my true colors.
TV morphs into
loser land infomercials
for acne weight loss
Got a new camera.
What moments will it capture
in pixels and bytes?
February’s haste
to usher in an early
March slowed by one day.
Luminous suitor,
the moon dimmed by darkness’s
seductive regard.
Teenager curled up
becomes baby J who’s glad
that mommy’s nearby.