It’s almost midnight
and I’m driving Howe
on my way home
after a poetry reading
that went pretty well
when a man far from
any crosswalk, intersection,
or traffic light, jaywalks
across six lanes,
sees me slow down
so he can walk where
he wants at any pace,
but turns with dark eyes,
and fingers me or my Honda Civic
with a David Suzuki scowl
like we shouldn’t be
strutting the […]
How can desert windFeed such magenta tremorInto parched thistle thorn?
Like dervish skirts freethe tissue thin hearts float shameless crimson, white and sin free
Tangled , tri-colored tight, tongues of fire, spilled […]
There is a time, a change in rhythm
almost poetic, a clock ticking
deep within his body, circadian
a movement between dark and light
a time to dream beneath quilt cover
a time to open his eyes
a time to sit on rocks
soak up sun stains on beach lined resort
fill vacation hourglass with sand
slow trickle of crystal granules
slipping through water, riding […]
you barely see it.hook beak. itself
cooled magma. patient as
a watchtower,in silhouette.
its eyes. translatedwith knucklebones
the blazing sun.
~ Patrick M. Pilarski
Patrick M. Pilarski is the co-editor of DailyHaiku, an international journal of contemporary English-language haiku. His first full collection, Huge Blue, will be released in Sept. 2009 by Leaf […]
At the age of ninety-five, my father
decides on the need for cologne. The traces
hover long after he has shuffled by.
Fresh. Bracing. Effervescent. Eau de.
A perfect cover, I guess, for the cracked
vellum-skin beneath.
He splashes it on
in the space where parchment and spillage meet
each morning before a mirror image
he can barely see. And he is morphing,
more comfortable […]
