A Reappearance of John, Part 1: On the Corner of Hudson Avenue

Jan. 31, 2013

A Reappearance of John, Part 1: On The Corner of Hudson Avenue

After work,
     I shuffle home,
Sludging my way
     through melted,
          black pools of snow.
It's a daily routine.

One night,
     fresh from sludging,
I turned the corner
     down my avenue,
And who's there
      smokin' a cigarette
But my old friend
     John,
          the blind,
               time travelling hobo.

How'd you find me?
     I ask.

John Said

Didn't you
     find me?
          Either way,
               We're both here.

We shook each others hands
     and climbed the stairs
          to my apartment.

Haiku #25: Goat

Jan. 30, 2013

Haiku #25: Goat

Shaking in the rain,
Capricorn clings to her rock,
Steady and unmoved

Twenty Pack of Coke

Jan. 29, 2013

Twenty Pack of Coke

Coca-Cola!
You sweet devil,
     you sticky stain,
          syrup in my blood.
You are my cultural obligation,
     my home town soda,
          and I've gotta represent.

Weekdays Off

Jan. 28, 2013

Weekdays Off

I've had two days off in Chicago.
No money,
     but I don't let that stop me.
Living off sweet coffees
     at corner cafes,
Tucked by their windows,
I kill my time
     studying business people
          about their business,
At work and play,
     Laughing,
          Staring into something that's not there.

Stepping Out for a Smoke

Jan. 27, 2013

Stepping Out for a Smoke

I stepped outside for a smoke
     and got lost.
Somewhere by the door,
     I turned down a street
          I hadn't known before.
Now I do,
     five minutes of memory saved,
The world larger
     and a cigarette burned.

Harp Playing in Bed

Jan. 26, 2013

Harp Playing in Bed

The shoes have come off.

I'm laid up on her bed,
     harp cradled to my lips.
I'm breathin',
She's breathin',
     strummin' a six string with love
          and a smile.

We sing to each other
     like a couple of birds,
Our notes twisting together.
I don't need to smoke,
Don't need to think,
     to breathe,
Just wanna blow my harp,
     Just wanna blow my harp.

Haiku #24: Oooh, Television

Jan. 25, 2013

Haiku #24: Oooh, Television

Netflix! You sneak up
And seize me by the eyeballs,
unplugging my brain.