Sitting In A Rowboat In The Middle Of The Desert

My mouth is full of salt and my eyes are full of sand, my hands shake so bad I can't write, there's gravel on my tongue and there's dust in my hair, and it's just another Saturday night.

Calendar

November is dead, it's beyond all repair, December is coming, with snow in its heart. Then it's January, all over again....why would I want to live through this another time?

It's Just November, Don't Mean Nothing

The hospital died and the corridors were dark, the blood, it all collected in the pit below its heart. The undertaker came and he pumped out all the blood, and he poured it in the river and the bricks were warm and dry. And the autumn sun shown down on the concrete and the bones, and the people who were left had excuses of their own, and they watched the sun setting, then they all gouged out their eyes, 'cos they couldn't stand the darkness and they thought they could survive with an arrow through their hearts and a bullet through their heads, and a Bible in their hands, and the sunset's turning red. They were SO wrong!

Haiku For The Week Before Thanksgiving

I'll be leaving soon,
But you are welcome to stay
And wait for Christmas

Saint Joan, Again

I took a walk with Joan Of Arc tonight, she shows up at my door on autumn nights and asks me to hold her hand, and show her the world she never got to know.

Tonight we walked on the Promenade, her hand squeezing mine as she looked out at the harbor and all the lights, the wind from the fifteenth century blowing her short blonde hair. She was wearing skinny jeans and ugg boots, and a sweatshirt with a French tricolor flag. She looked so tiny, so petite, so pure, that I wished I could have traveled back six centuries and saved her innocent life.

Later on we lay on my bed, the only light in the house a single candle in a blue glass cup, it cast moonshadows on the walls and ceiling while I pulled the covers up over us and pulled her so close to me. And I kissed her lips, and I could taste the burning straw you cowardly bastards put at her feet, and I could taste the oil you smeared on her white robe to make her burn faster, and I hope to hell you're all burning now.

And I hope the devil is giving you every last damn thing you deserve....

Haiku For Three Thousand Ghosts

They are filling in
The pit with concrete and tears,
Sand pours from your eyes....

November Can Be Warm Sometimes

I was walking on the Promenade tonight with my favorite checkout girl from the supermarket when she asked me, "Jim, why do you like me so much?"

And I told her, "It's the way you smile when you see me come in. I can tell you're really happy to see me."

And she said, "I'm always happy to see you Hon! If you can't see that by now you must be blind in one eye and can't see out of the other!" I didn't say anything, I just kissed her closed eyelids, over her warm brown eyes.

And later on I lay on the bed and watched her putting her clothes back on, and I dialed a car service to take her home. And I kissed her goodnight, and I told her I love her....bacause I do.

"A" Haiku

You know my real name,
And you love me anyway.
I'm a lucky man.

November Haiku

The Sun walks away,
The dark comes earlier now.
It's so cold at night.