early this morning

the sky was a gray-orange.

below, we made love

getting so sleepy

on a friday afternoon

desiring home

all my coworkers

are now eating ice cream cake

while i write haikus

just handed a list

of people to call monday

who is this "buddha"?

ms patty hammond

of the employee health center

is off on fridays

quest diagnostics

does our pre-employment test

for marijuana

roger romero

makes my life a living hell

and gets paid for it

on a summer night

rain falls from a weeping sky

on my lovers breast

the autumn breezes

move the trees on the mountain

as lanquid bees fly

in quiet sitting

i feel every drop of sweat

explode from my skin

paper-covered desk

swallowing humanity

where are my matches

the holes in my shoes

link me to the roof of hell

on my face; the sun

ringringringringring

each tone a note of disgust

wake me when its done

in the morning sun

awakening very late

no worms and no cares

walking on this path

i am happy to break toes

on the roots below

in the midnight sky

clouds run without a moonbeam

back from where they are

leaving my small home

spotting a dead baby bird

eyed by a stray cat

i want ten haikus

on my desk by two o'clock

its now one oh eight

as i leave for work

you are sleeping peacefully

and i am a fool

i tried to explain

by placing hands on our chests

and speaking softly

the hairs on my chin

capture the scent of her love

so she remains close

she sighs heavily

and bites her lower lip

fueling my passion

many people ask

and i try to explain it

but they'll never know

yesterday i thought

as we playfully wrestled

my dog loves you more

she is not my prize

but an honor to my heart;

my soul's contentment

drinking to forget

only made me remember

that you were away

my lovers kisses

made me moan like a mad man

howling at the moon

lying close last night

watching like i was alone

sighing my ear

the dog doesn't know

why i cry when you're away

but still cries with me

coming home one night

licking love from her fingers

why all this traffic?

asking "how are you?"

i responded, "i am blind."

she smiled slyly.

children with backpacks

a crossing guard stands her post

autumn is coming

when was it

that time began this slow crawl

maybe when i left you

for the second day

the afternoon is filled

with writing haikus

all of those moments

eight months now fully complete

what has past; what comes