archer avenue sketch #1

a lonely flea market
framed in the bloodshot eyes
of a hustler who lost his gait
asking me for the time
leaning on a cane
listing like his ship sank
in a bottle of cognac
(i still checked my wallet after)

haiku 7.28.13

summer afternoon
subway platform heat mimics
the feel of your flesh

humming pain, evening rain

evening rain

that was hesitant once

coats the streets

like useless lottery scratch cards

at bodega thresholds

one doesn't feel so broken

at the edges 

you forget wounds that weep

and let the air give benediction

as your clothes get damp

your legs sing 

spirituals that stitch past pain

and present regret

weary blues wait their turn

as you can barely stand

when what you got

is soreness and a weary heart

and few give a damn past their umbrellas

reluctant rain just reminds you

to let your pain hum 

because who wants to remember 

those kinds of words?

orange pekoe, summer steam

this steam
that makes the day swim under high sun,
could be nothing else
but the scent from your neck
rich with green grass vapors and orange pekoe
brought to boil with a stare.

as the afternoon sways
much like the latitude of your hips
full and fleshly like guanabana before first bite,
i picture your hands weaving with light
bringing out gentle words with sweat
that pales in sweetness next to a waiting smile.

haiku 7.1.13

seething lust, soft sighs
bared skin under looking glass;
watching, she likes me