senryu/tanka cluster

fading twilight, night's breath smells minty

there's questions i don't ask myself, tarnished wall mirror

tired of hotel guests, no reason to be nice

pale breathing, he is soon to be dead

under pecan trees entering the afterlife quite smoothly

like aged witch, slowly conjuring Fall forth

ètoufé for dinner, denim jeans across the unmade bed

reflection in dishwater, night ends abruptly as it began

another guest

arriving

his Giaconda smile

and veiled eyes

full of things i want

nearly 10 pm

mouth watering

at the thought

of Vodka i'll buy

after work

home from work

glass filled

with Smirnoff

i roam these

dark Dallas streets

sometimes

doubting myself...

rush of emotion

wrapped up in

self-loathing

quite ready

 to be off work

drinking

and slumping over

in a deep doze

tonight

no impulse to

pour my happenings

into the skin

of some haikai verse

kids

of this soccer team

filling up my lobby

doing what kids do...

ready for home

realizing

im a hoarder

again

i print up pages

of someone's poetry

aged

woman

of

mastectomy

weeds

override

her

gardens

her

skin

still

remains

untouched

suddenly

craving

fried

pickles

callous

laughter

from

this

man

i

can't

help

loving

evening

spent

munching

on

chips...

those

soccer

kids

finishing

up

homework

and

giggling

realizing

im a hoarder

again

i print up pages

of someone's poetry

near

bitterroot

lake...

stirring

up

the

remains

of

a

quicky

lit

bonfire

tonight

living

in

the

womb

of

air...

sometimes

i

do

despise

being

a

limited

human