sunset offers us
a momentary glimpse of
heaven’s golden streets
–photo by me
Month: February 2018
Crazy for Carol
Crazy Carol is the most beautiful girl
I’ve ever seen, yet she is very alone.
She slinks around town with her dog
In that same old Goodwill ensemble
And is quite confused that everyone
Acts so nice and friendly to her face,
Yet no one wants to be a real friend.
Standing before her spider-webbed
Full-length mirror, she sees herself
Broken up into all those pieces and
Asks aloud, “Could it be the cracks?”
Well, maybe I’m crazy too, because
I’m falling for her, craziness and all.
alien world
I remember when as a young boy
playing house pilot in my F-16
I would throttle back and
rapidly descend into
my mom’s junk
jewelry box
where I
would
glide
over
the
odd
world
of metals
and watches
and alien stones
and was so bewitched
I had to fire the afterburner
to make sure I’d clear the far wall
–photo by me
triple homophun
make sure you
write rite right,
don’t misspell
oar or ore,
don’t mistake
fore for four,
and check your
mail at noon,
and at twenty
to two too
burning cold
at forty below
a cauldron of swirling snow
simmers underfoot
and stars burn fiercely above
yet neither offers me warmth
–photo by me
rewind
when day turns into night
and dark defines the light
imagination gladly serves
to commandeer our sight
we might see gory goons
or birthday boy balloons
intense phantasmagoria
or disneyesque cartoons
since all we see rewinds
soon every person finds
there’s consequences to
what we feed our minds
6 Word Stories — 1
I split, and so did I.
haiku 27
a recollection
of summer blues is prescribed
to fight winter blues
–photo by me
Cats and Chess
I’m home for the day,
And my cat starts to purr;
She’s so well-behaved
While I’m stroking her fur,
And when I’m out walking,
I still think of her:
She’s stalking and knocking
Down chessmen, I’m sure!
ghost town
the ore is all gone
it was gone long ago
yet folks lingered on
they had nowhere to go
now even the ghosts
have dissolved in the heat
the only things left
are this side-walk and street
i remember the street
on the fourth of july
we stood on the curb
my best friend and i
with firetruck sirens
and flashing lights on
but it’s history now
the ore is all gone
–photo by me
michaeljordahl 