Huge Senryu Cluster April 14

 Chinese citron—

now home

sinking into bath

pulling double-shift

dog-star shines

dimly in me

in my smile

traces of

midnight

melatonin moon—

still at work

doing a double

to be human, to be redundant machine i think

pushing babystroller, today overly cloudy for my taste

my income aint great, everyone's smile sorta strained

overnight shift and double, slight headache behind eyes

moving through coffee-scent: this morning unmopped floors

money spent ordering fragrances online: one small delight

slice of life: toy soldier's missing their heads

spring day overcast wishing i were in pajamas

double-shift working: listening to zydeco to pass time

for this level of sleepiness: jotting down senryu

high off coffee, feelin' the 'crash' coming slowly

Sunday morning: all God's children wandering aimlessly around me

weariness inside me spits out night: sterile lights

in black shower-cap: my eggs overdone i believe

Sunday painter in my mind, suppressing a yawn

hum of vacuum cleaner...bustle of hotel guests

bottle of moscato tucked away: guests leave and leave

gritty wind: around the corner a drunk man's 'hello'

that man this man, a bus passing without me

reading Saigyo's waka, Sunday morning and im tired

Louisiana Creole man of Color: yawning and tired

doesn't have to make sense...crunch of driveway gravel

aged jacket in the closet, today i go nowhere

too tired to smile...life of a working man

turning illusion—i avoid hotel staff and guests too

turning ceiling fan, a family's prolonged goodbye

coughing: men are merely men these days

ending work shift—now home now drinking