Paisley Coats

Fruit tree in gray

one haiku in the palm three lines print, print, print

one haiku
    in the palm -- three lines
print, print, print

procession against the moonlight wisps of cloud

procession
   against the moonlight
wisps of cloud

I’m Going to End It All

He started following me on Twitter

siren wail the disquiet passing lights festive

siren wail
the disquiet passing
lights festive

The Dispensation of Marty

He detailed the dispensation of every finger. Bones. Major organs. Where to bury his eyes -- a Malibu beach. For years I kept Marty on ice. Years. Who knew Marty had that sort of testament? Marty was more than a snitch. He was family. A last request is a brother's duty.

He Grinds Their Bones Into Dust

Life’s Undertaking

I'm digging a grave, son. My life's work laid bare. A macabre undertaking, but I've excavated this plot with an archaeologist's care, with fine brushes and twine lines. Every artifact was artfully placed. But who will fill your grave, I ask. The old man bends brittle and weeps. Not I!

indistinct shushing, leaves scatter boughs bending

indistinct
    shushing, leaves scatter
boughs bending