senryu/tanka cluster

pacing, too many thoughts running length of my mind

mundaneness—food for many senryu on whatever comes forefront

sound of elevator descending, stifling another shallow yawn

man pulls luggage on wheels, still breakfast not ready

fascism—trying hard not to spoil this Autumn day

expulsion of refugees sand in the walkway of home

aged priest's laughter something congeals and moves and...

plyboard against walls saxophonist too much out of tune

passing lonely train 

as nightworkers 

get off

early 

morning 

team

breakfasting

in

the

back

office

suppressing

yawns

and

the

acidic 

taste

of

boredom

soundless

my footsteps

up and down

hotel stairs this 

early morning

this morning 

aged woman 

washing down 

the tombstone of 

some gone soul

family 

loading up their car

an early morning game

the kids 

can barely wake up

these days 

i come 

bringing a curse of 

a worried face 

about most anything