tanka and senryu cluster

 fields of wheat

no moonlight needed

to light up darkness

by themselves they have

this golden glow

Redondo Bleach 

where Mexican's live

ugly oil wells 

but on washdays

flaming reds

flutter in the breeze

adolescent 

enjoying McDonald's 

at the kitchen table

i enjoy  

a Bud Light 

this is the season

of apricot buds

swelling into bloom

wearily 

i date another man

in this 

quiet hotel 

making tanka 

the strong taste

of a screwdrivier comforting

he's thick 

and big 

just like i like 

my lovers—

spring darkness 

something 

about those earrings 

aquamarine 

belonging to granmémé...

only treasure i own 

drinking 

with hotel guests...

everything 

now silent and still 

my body aches slightly 

slightly tipsy 

waiting for the time 

this shift ends 

under a warm moonshine 

homeless man walking 

eyes heavy 

from cheap screwdriver

time approaching 

5am in the morning 

all i want is my bed

quiet lobby—

sound of my pen across 

pure white paper 

speaking in whispers

about town-wise gossip 

light rainpour arrives