senryu cluster

*koushmá

leaves me immobile

hidden moon

*nightmare in Kouri-Vini

again: old pond, some creature....boy oh boy

sleeping baby in shape of Sanskrit character for 'River'

bar hoppin', feelin' stormy, i drink hurricanes

night walk: passin' humans tired of hustlin' & bustlin'

gran'ma doesn't use measuring cups its in her intuition

caffeine on overnight shift, leaves me sleepy

scribblings on napkins boredom becomes cheap wine

gardener's gloves carry the dirt of today and yesterday

fresh coffee, slowly moving toward 5 am

child of willows—my notebook full of senryu

nearing 6 am --- suppressing yawns --- i avoid coffee too

gold of rape flowers, reading Shiki's ku on rape flowers

deadlocked jury: enjoying the smell, of baking cobbler

though i don't smoke, enjoying a cigarette, 6am comes slowly

whiskey from barrels, no interest in going to work tomorrow

fat black grapes, they look like eyes, of aged gods

home from work, clothes stripped off quickly in shadows

cockscombs — just give me ones in various shades of red

rip in my pantyhose — his eyes caress my bronze skin

slight movement outside, after 6 am the lobby remains empty

River of Heaven—even this coffee seems to dislike me

grabbing cranberry juice

be-

hind

closed

doors

some-

one

laugh-

ing

he extols patriarchy, scolding myself, i find him attractive

passing same dog, 'does he know i am queer...'

washing dishes—find myself thinking of Baron von Frankenstein

uncontrollable fury: he's been his punching bag for years

mollusk