Monthly Archives: September 2008



I pause from pithy
prose and my dry doggerel
to write bad haiku

Ages pass it seems
until the one asks you how
you have felt lately

A jaundiced moon beamed
down on old 101
and she rode with me

I watched her recede
and walk away out of sight
the sun was way harsh

Mid happy chatter
I rise for a quick breath
of isolation

Thought that burns right through
the fabric of a subject
like a cigarette