senryu cluster

floating world   row of dolls   same blank expressions 

same dust   on ornamental plates—this floating world 

with blank expression   home from work   staring at the wall 

workmen   returning home after 4am— things we do

most nights   colliding into myself—prostitute's warm smile

under desert sky   Navajo spirits   dance in rhythm 

through hotel doors   workmen returning   coffee tastes burnt

bored—stringing words together   overnight shift 

senryu—exploring simplicity   of being human 

snapshots—human's being and doing   stored in senryu

floating world:   what more to do   where to go

forgiving myself:   milk-white light   of a vending machine

cynicism—will purple eggplant   be purple 

uncertainty—carried on folk's back   like shadow

kid's birthday party   wanting to take off   adulthood 

night traffic:   human decency   fading fading fading 

baby's language   so cute—unhappy aging 

weekend   losing myself in   guitarist's lick

Zoloft—feeling dull whiteness   of a headache

angry with myself   morning coffee   too watery 

up and down   hotel stairs—uncertainty is a bitch

abandoning delusion   re-painting fingernails   clear

doll's   powder-pink dress—daughter's addiction 

family videos...dead son's smile   very very bright 

hot summer morning   another argument   and burned toast

bitter wine   'tough love' is   torture for some