I hate the way

I wrote a poem this morning. It made me giggle and think of a few of my favorite paintings. And, as much as I hate commuting, it has proven to be a (slow) steady font of inspiration.
The best part is the pacing. I love how, like sitting in traffic, the narrative gets angrier and angrier. That’s what it’s like in my head if I let my focus linger too long. 


I hate the way you congregate
And take a slower pace.
I loathe the left-ward change of lane
That stills a forward place.

I wish death on those who chug along
And never let me pass —
For miles and miles you’ve blocked the lanes,
You mother-fucking ass.

And what the fuck is up with those
Who zoom to cut you off
Then break real hard and slow you down
But feel you shouldn’t scoff?

Oh, fuck the world and fuck you all
And fuck this highway too:
This bird I throw, this honk I blow,
It’s aimed at fucking you.

Haiku & Photography

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Touch and go bombers

Practice destruction games in

Skies peaceful and blue.

~

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Ignite the edges

Of my skin, a rising sun

To my horizon.
Cairn
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The moon and I etch

Songs along the highway’s great,

Concrete memory.

~

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Invariably,

My commute contains this shout;

“Get off your phone, bitch!”

~

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Paper hearts are strewn

About; bright, red, flowering

Love that mimics spring.

~

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Candy blooms, sugar

Sprouts; the air is resplendent

With sweet, sweet nothings.

~

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A fugitive pair,

This song and I; we sit at

Home adrift at sea.

~

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Under clouds, city

Stars shine: commuters weave bright,

Constellation lines.
Cairn Building
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Clouds break over the

Tehachapi, silent waves

From nostalgic seas.

~

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Frosted breath upon

Boreal winds, I yearn for

Your blanketing arms.

~

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Princess and the Pea,

Perfect for our summaries;

Stories from first grade.

~

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Your hooded eyes, drunk

On sleep, make a heady mead

For my parting gaze.

~

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Roasted beef and root

Vegetables – kitchen sings songs

Of my consumption.

~

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Snow caps the mountains;

After the storm, clouds part ways;

Winter skies brighten.

~

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I retreat into

The heater’s supple embrace;

Winter wins this day.

~

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And into space our

Class flies, imagination

As our rocket fuel.

~

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To grasp ten thousand

And stay here as many years,

Word read under stars.
Cairns
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Dragonslaying ‘cross

The wilds of Skyrim; sunrise

Brings our reality.

~

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Bacon of the month

And my man comes-a-runnin’ –

We’ve a happy feast.

~

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Concrete labyrinth

Leads to modern minotaurs;

Your love my thread home.

~

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Up with early birds

Trying to catch green-backed worms –

A middle class slave.

~

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Frustration and Tears

Accompany me, heads low,

Through long corridors.

~

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Sunlight through bare limbs,

Clear skies above, but still the

Buds are yet to come.

~

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Up before the dawn,

Got to get those dishes done –

City starts to stir.

~

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The rising sun moves

Closer to its springtime place;

Mountains and I wait.

~

These haiku were written and published on twitter in February 2012.   The photographs are from Lake Vermilion, Minnesota, June 2012.

Haiku & Photography

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Sleepless, thrumming heart –

I whisper fears to the moon;

Silver streaks the night.

~

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Streetlights and stars fade,

All light eclipsed by the sun;

I’m warm in your arms.

Dusk, Lake Vermilion

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Electronically

Rapt, each an iLand of self;

We quietly wait.

~

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Though darkness endures,

I still follow you – and the

Moon – into the light.

~

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Raven captured Dawn,

Using red-shifted light as

Thermals under wing.

~

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Talk turns, back and forth,

Till all becomes trapped in twine

And you draw the line.

~

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The breath puffs in clouds;

Frost forms over covered ground;

Clear skies bloom above.

~

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This economy

Makes a slave of me, snared by

Elevated cost.

Dusk, Lake Vermilion

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A dazzling wreck, so

Little left, ruination

Spilt across the sand.

~

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Hearts lift, enchanted

By the dazzling colors of

Arts Educations.

~

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Liquidity to

Mind and shape; I rise and fall

With the mercury.

~

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Hollowed, I wander –

My soul asleep beside you –

Half-made in leaving.

~

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Mercury lifts from

Brisk morning to dazzling day –

Enchanted winter.

~

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Through tendril clouds peaks

The southeastward rising sun,

Brisk with winter hues.

~

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Electric wires line

The road; above, heavy clouds

Threaten in dark blue.

~

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About, domestics

Spinning in every row while

Soapy scents surround.

~

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No moon, no stars, no

Breaking dawn, just clouds weeping

January tears.

~

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Under falling skies,

Collision conspires and forms

Lighted dragon lines.

Witching Hour, Cairn

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Winter worries wail

A banshee song – long dark hours

Permeate like cold.

~

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Clouds lie heavily,

A weight of joy upon the

Earth, coming with rain.

~

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Spices waft spirals

And dragons of aroma

Dance throughout the home.

~

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Waking, enclosed by

Endless dark, I’ll forget the

Day as sleep returns.

~

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Contrails, highway lines,

The brightly colored street signs:

Commuter designs.

~

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Thumbnail moon and the

Evening star, a jet makes a

Darkened contrail scar.

~

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In the darkest hour,

I have your love and the words

To carry me though.

~

These haiku first appeared on Twitter in December 2011 and January 2012.  Photographs were taken at Lake Vermilion, Minnesota while on vacation, June 2012.

Haiku & Photography

Sunrise; Power Lines

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Plastic frame, chaos

Origami, windshields gawk.

Do they offer prayers?

 ~

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No wind, no rustling

Leaf; opaque smog occupies

Breath and winding street.

~

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Dark skies prevail through

The fall, casting long shadows

Across lamp-lined streets.

~

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If life were downhill

I’d rock high MPGs – damn

The constant clamber.

~

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Drive by, I love you.

Shotgun blasts of Cupid shafts

Rain concussive joy.

~

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Show your queer spirit;

Purple brings hope to the next

Generation gay.

~

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Clouds part; mountain tops

Stain, illuminated.  My

Inky fingers dance.

~

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Traffic congeals like

Blood, growing sluggish and hard.

Gridlock scabs are formed.

~

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Peripheral fright!

Speak softly, hope for rescue;

Zombies jaunce tonight.

~

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No sun, no stars, no

Lighted moon, just the street lamp

And the small hour’s gloom.

~

Sunrise; Powerlines; Traffic

These haiku first appeared on Twitter.  More of my haiku can be found on the site or in my book, Status Haiku (available for download from Amazon).  The images are of sunrise along my commute and redirect to my Flickr.