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dying palm shrubs
praised and loved
fading away

a river of lights
distant glow on horizon
interstate eighty

I fiddled with this and can't get it to work, dublin california a long time ago, looking west to towards san fransciso, a feeling of desolation highway, I think I had the same feeling about the desolation of concrete and asphalt, but got dam me I still miss the road. Heart breaking to watch a tree die, worse to see them murdered. Down in the vallety headed to brownsville beautiful huge ancient palm trees use to line the highway. All cut down by the texas DOT, and no one knows why. Seems to have be a little boo boo.

good luck jimbo I like it. if you ever neen any organic fertilizer for your hospice, let me know I am full of it.

Sadly that is the way of it Jimbo....that is the way of it.

Poignantly sad ku.











Have you tried watering them?




Water
From above
God's love

a river of lights
distant glow on horizon
interstate eighty

I fiddled with this and can't get it to work, dublin california a long time ago, looking west to towards san fransciso, a feeling of desolation highway, I think I had the same feeling about the desolation of concrete and asphalt, but got dam me I still miss the road. Heart breaking to watch a tree die, worse to see them murdered. Down in the vallety headed to brownsville beautiful huge ancient palm trees use to line the highway. All cut down by the texas DOT, and no one knows why. Seems to have been a little boo boo.

a double post, sorry I tried to sneak it in as an edit, but then decided to continue here

the water of love
hospice for man
I call them sisters

got both feet on the ground
we hobble around on our short leg
fuck the forms this time

i gardened
three days off
fingers in dirt praying

morning glory seeds
hard to believe
flowers will grow


passover seder
mighty smighty god
forget about it

family love is sweet
just don't look to deep
mercy from jesus freaks

cigarette suicide
backing me into corner
what will I do

mad girl on parapet
throws wardrobe to the night
never mentions death

woke up from dream
people killing people
spare us from holy lands

night morning
with a hurting head
wine drunk

dead branches
on the mimosa tree-
beetle battleground

...

a lilac
under the dying tree
reaches for the sun

...

abandoned nest
on a dead branch
life flies away

thirty black seeds

something to live for

black specks on my palm
if I clench my fist and die
will the flowers sprout

another summer

Before the Garden Shiki

cockcombs...
must be 14,
or 15

Mouse on my foot
Fear subsides
Silent moment

sometimes I wish I had the amygdala of a cat

my feeling of revulsion at seeing that mouse on my foot, then almost as if he said "take it easy, don't get excited but when are you going to feed me? I got three hungry children and a wife.
A silent moment as we studied each other. Maybe I could keep him as a pet. Prettys sure it was a he, a big sleek looking mouse, but mouse droppings in my silverware drawer sealed his fate.
And I said, sorry I am going to kill you.
and then I bought some mouse traps.

life flies away
dying tree
flower reaches for the sun

something to hold onto

Good kus all youse!



Plants
Die
Quietly

In
My
Hands

As do
Hai
Kus

haiku is true
seeds of beauty
flowers never lie



if A haiku died
in my hands
it lived for a little while

in nietzsche's garden
weeds die a good death
by words of wisdom

green thumbs
sharp thorns
save the best

breaking the form
with formless words
paralell lines meet


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they all suck but I just can't bring myself to delete them

the Rose in the Vase

The rose in the vase
It still blooms even though it's
broken from the rest

-Jane Song


this is the one I wish I had wrote.

slight brown leaves
my new bushes
i will love them

tomato plants
new friends
happy yellow blossom

palm shrubs
trimmed the dead parts
standing and being

little garden
friendly
drought loving

sudden red
green thorny branches
fresh bloom surprise

she had a good day wednesday
son and girlfriend and sister
angels came on saturday

legs i cradled
helping her to bed
she smiled strongly

leaving her room
we smiled again
later she was doped

monday morning
back to work
her name written on the board

goodbye barbara
adios urbano
upaya