squares of goodness

i shall meet my love
in squares rich with life's goodness
then we shall hang out

one's possessive rule
amongst soft squares of plush goodness
the blue monster plays

i'm really liking goodness and squares. i could do a whole book of haikus just featuring squares of goodness... makes me think of brownies or baklava (before it's cut).

Sunday Scrabble

Wiper
Tax
It
Ex
Park
Keg
Groan
in
Ovals
Fat
Ta
Labile
Valet
Visit
Wagons
Judged
Wept
Ped
Booth
Beet
Buck
Yack
Zen
Ye
An
Cay
Herald
Hauls
Rims
Nudes
Sin
Fond
Tango
Moor
Am
No
Go
Nor

post-turkey jitters

two station wagons parked near the cliffs. both rocking out. in the first, a woman rocking out to 80s music - she was there an hour ago when we walked by. in the wagon behind her, a man playing guitar. both alone, both in cars, both rocking out.

two hours earlier, two families at the beach. everyone wearing white shirts and jeans. two photographers, one with each family. one family is on one side of the rocks. the other, on the other side. photos here and there. everyone is so fake, so happy and joyful - except the teen girls, who are miserable yet secretly love having their photo taken. i see one look around at the local boys to see if they are watching her pose.

field trip today. cabrillo monument (pronounced cab-ree-oh). whale watching will be fantastic here in winter during migration. today, we only view the boats and light house. beautiful nostalgia covers this hilltop, along with the dead.

sunshine in the key of B

a warm rainy afternoon
eating the sky
i arrive home to find
not you
but roses with
daffodils entwined

this moment

right now
i sit here
on the chilly bench
the fog gently caressing the blue painted metal
so beautiful, this place
every time
but right now
this moment is new and forever and fleeting
this moment will never exist again
"later" and "next time" will not be what it is right now
had i not stopped,
i would have missed it
never to be known again

i paint, therefore i am

'twas but two days ago this sea of paint broke through the steel of my dammed and dusty mind, to cascade o'er thick white canvas desert like a rainbow waterfall o' misty treasure. wasted, it is not.

sadly, 'tis work to which i must return. bah, says i. alas, i shall bathe in the gold and silver of my pay so that i might again have a bed on which to lay my tired head and feet, oh whoa.

poetic moment #1

i took a nap and then felt better after we argued a little more at dinner. now i like you around again, but still need some space soon to keep my sanity.

its getting a little thick around here. it feels heavy, like im being crushed or smothered by the weight of your self-loathing.

i think they are playing johnny cash or something, that's what it sounds like. i kind of like it... except its starting to depress me. something about a crown of thorns.

i really needed hugs today but there were no huggy buddies around and sometimes it would just be nice to have arms around me and lips on the back of my neck. and i have to say it because its true and i shouldnt have to pretend or be eternally silent out of fear of your fear.

lips

morning cracks beneath dreamy street music /
sounding off blue wild flowers /
almost smelling like naked wine from your lips