Haiku

White elephants roam.

Tusks in the air for good luck.

Eating tufts of grass.

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Lucid Dream

While I was watching a majestic blue whale in the sea, he was looking at me.

He said I was the sight and not the giant mythical being. He didn’t care about my weight or the clothes I wore.

Later, the thunder struck in the tropical nighttime sky.

We watched over a cliff overlooking the beach village as the white specks of boats hurried ashore in the azure waters.

We went to bed and were peaceful.

It was true love being reunited in a dreamy rainstorm.

 

 

Gay Marvin

Her only friends were the Idaho moons and Marvin’s music.

She danced constantly to Marv’s music.

So much, she started scaring herself.

But she couldn’t stop dancing. She sneaked to dance, even hid behind thickets to dance. She wore her soles down.

Marv would catch her when she thought no one was looking. He became concerned and thought about her condition. Soon Marv could do nothing else but think of why she danced. He would sneak to think in bathrooms and in cafes and on sidewalks.. She would catch him thinking and laugh to herself.

Suddenly, she felt very sleepy and went into a deep slumber for days. Marv still kept on thinking by her bedside. He scared himself because he couldn’t keep his mind off her fancy dancing. He watched her smiling to herself when she slept. When she woke up she laughed and seized Marv by the ears.

Marv was terrified because she only wanted to dance with him now. He would pretend he was asleep. She started dancing on his back and wiggled her toes in his spine to try and wake him up. When he opened his eyes, he played the guitar a softer jazz on the quiet storm. She stopped dancing and just curled her toes.

It was over between them. Now her only friends are the moons in Idaho and the Motown memories.

Salt

Wrapped in the cubes of alabaster, the cleaned gift is ready to open. A crystallized weave saves the surprise inside. A voice of purity.

Inflect.

Unfolding the layers of tissue-papered rocks,

glitter by glitter, one carefully peels away the reflections of salt.

Reflect.

Visions of milky ivory can live in the sea or on the kitchen table.

The stinging taste smells clean like a chlorinated hotel pool. It can turn from a true North and make you think.

Deflect.

Salt is near the roots and the source.

It is a place where you could drop a penny in the water and let it sink so your wish could rise.

Genuflect.

 

 

 

 

Pepper

Now pepper,

Now honey don’t,

what?

Don’t speak

Don’t sprinkle, infect, stimulate the senses.

The pungency

is an aroma used everyday in kitchens around the world.

From bliss to misery and back.

Now pepper.

Do not shake the black and white pepper.

Do not use the free medicinal drug.

Do not dust on that woman, the one less than,

the one not equal to,

the one who does not understand.

There are boundaries in the perimeter of the dinner plate.

Follow the rules.

But what would pepper be without its pepperiness.

You can’t take the spice out of pepper.

Now pepper, be pepper, and sprinkle on.

 

Cherry Blossoms

Today, we went to the Cherry Blossom Festival.

There were no cherry blossoms, though.

A million people went to take pictures of twirling puppets, dancing for a drunken father.

I didn’t know the dolls had a sad story.

Everyone clapped when the puppets stopped and the confetti sprinkled the sky.

I thought we would float down the river under a canopy of pink,

But one path led to another,

And we squashed ants on the sidewalk and ate rice balls on a stick.

We went into an old Japanese house built in the Edo Period.

The 1960s TV, refrigerator, couch, and organ surprised me.

We took off our shoes, and our feet froze.

We took pictures of ourselves playing the organ.

We walked up dozens of steps and peeked inside a temple.

All we saw were tables and chairs.

Emptiness.

 

A-List

Here is my attempt to write a lipogram using only the vowel A. My first try.

An L.A. day a la stars.

A day at La Salsa Palm spa sass and grand.

Splash abs and arms.

Stars all wan at play, at last a stag tad fat lardass.

Mags snap brawn and backscratch all-chalked stars.

Stars act a jackass at award sham.

LA crank pants and bastards talk about babes, craft, cash, and art.

Clam hands and cramps at bash.

Crack pad shack and crazed Kansan transplant as daft man stalks stars.

A flap as cams snap.

Man slays and stabs at ball, all harm and harass.

Gasps and scars.

Card says JLaw.

JLaw stands away at ward.