stoplight haiku

Last time she jumped out the window, well, she only turned
and
smiled. You might think she would say something, but you’d
have to
wait a while.
Well the lady don’t mind.
No, no, no, the lady don’t mind
She just turns her head and disappears,
I kinda like that style
Little boat that floats on a river, it’s drifting through a haze
She stops by whenever she wants to, well, there she goes
again
Well, it’s no trouble at all.
No, no, no trouble at all
Well, what she does
is all right with me, and
I kinda like that style
Come on. come on. I go up and down.
I like this curious feeling. I know, I see.
It’s like make believe. Cover your ears
so you can hear what I’m saying.
I’m not lost but I don’t know
Where I am. I got a question.
All right. All right. This is what we like.
Who knows, who knows,
What I’m thinking
She says love is not what she’s after,
and everyone knows.
Each time she looks in the mirror,
she lets her feelings show.
Well, the lady don’t mind
No, no, no, the lady don’t mind.
Well, what she says is all right by me,
and I kinda like that style
Uh-oh. Uh-oh. Here we go again
I don’t know, I don’t know,
What I’m sayin’.
Hey man. Hey man.
I sure don’t feel the same
She likes to say what she’s feeling
Hey. Did I get a big surprise.
I know you think so.
Come on. Come on. She says anything.
Who knows, who knows,
what she’s thinking.

are you kind,
economy?
or an earthquake.

pedal to the metal.
we’ve been saying that forever.
because of the 70s.

this life
is a novella
because God is in it.

like a fever melting
through memory’s brain,
gone quietly

to have given
to now itself,
then.

forgiving myself every moment
for every moment before

sitting alone
in a car
beside the honeysuckle

i’ve always been a child,
never changed,
never unimagined

the quiet things,
the in between,
all the things that houses mean

remembering later
how it was time,
so perfectly late.

watching black & white tv
with Diana
at the beach

show me what you made
here, asleep and fragrant
as the moon, love

kissed in winter,
kisses in winter,
proud as windows

look
at that red ocean
a future ago