[itsjustlife] (5 sets) - one-line haiku (monostich)

[itsjustlife]

one

i have walkin cellos between my thighs quivering violas between my lips.
my blood dialect-hardest language to translate or speak; get me a tutor.
slowly evaporating-the not-so-easy distinguishing of lies...i'll abandon my own lips.
greatest favor done to me ignorning what i thought i saw knowing i couldn't see in the first place.
mid afternoon front desk plunking away noting impressions of my life.
he was plucking up weeds in the bush of weeds.
the hotel sat crouching away from the busy interstate...real scarry like.
you were the imaginary fleck of something i brushed from shoulder of my life.
can you blame me for running?
holding more memories than my womb is ready for.

two

back in the day when we puffed just 'cause we were cool.
saw erykah sangin' about life cast in this retro glow....smooth.
didn't make much sense at the time...but oh well.
impatiently waiting for the cold to greet me with stiff kisses.
hey, hey now mannnnn diggin yo woodstock-ian manner and hendrix-esque words....hmmm come forth.
mean spirited the dog in the neighbors back yard and ms. macy sits dejected.
fresh days...lakefront the place of high steppin, some fresh teen joggin his privates at this chick.
headin over the high bridge, the high arch of me reachin for that heart.
would you really care if my feet hid your laughter?

three

at the desk plunking, then came the vietnamese man chasing inspiration from the door.
was too serious about life, so serious until you lost your bowels.
old country road living...dust high flying and still we fickle.
had this dream of being at studio 54 dancing to A Taste of Honey.
the seventies were a great decade because i wasnt there.
stationary wasn't really your strong suit. said as warm coffee is poured.
look, tired of demanding you give me your love...i let sylvia striplin say it.
the best relationship we had was in my mind and via web chat.
unsightly because i said so!

 

four

crab cakes gone, lets stop in an alley and have sex.
is that right? you like being sweaty?
animal instincts in full gear...pride-land the back of a chevy.
prim and proper; never meant to say male musk is an aphrodesiac
animalistic grunts replace cultured tones...who cares.
6:22 the volley for something.
at some point the words for prayers became groans...moving from land toward water.
15 years of pregnant pushings...realization i'm merging.
sun against adobe walls, lone man urinating in the dark.
phone on the other side of the station...that far away glance haunts.
intrinsic worth left on the shelves of Tiffany's.
other side of the game...never saw its face.
i could be yours on the off chance you present me with autumn.
papyrus reeds in your hair and meandering river nile in yo arms.
stoic palms littering the avenue to your soul.

five

he kissed me with wild abandon empty sifter of dry whiskey.
washing dishes thinking pagan thoughts.
if i walk upright i'll rightly walk up.
listen, it never had to make sense...i'm a poet damn it!
read read read read read read read read read.
strippin my skin of self-fabrications...this thing has become too tight.
boarded the train headed for the sunset stationed between your thighs.
too nasty was hidden beneath the floor-boards of 'choirboy.'
forensic eyes staring seeing saw your leaving long before it happened.
asphalt mornings converge into high noon tea with the sky.
having sons at the outset can't see cause the sun done grew down.
 voidless soul like evenings spent up in smoke, empty.

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