the air is not tense with rain
swelled clouds pass over
leaving only blue sky
——–
spirited glow of sun
leveling with dying grass
casting long shadows
——–
fireflies dance to make love
already
in yearning
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three haiku (sort of) – Hoc Scripsi
June 5, 2012
sunburned
the up portion of both arms is sunburned from riding a motorcycle on a beautiful day. This isn’t a complaint – I enjoyed the ride. Due to the over exposure to the sun I have found more energy that I am straining to know what to do with. This is not a complaint – I like the energy. I think my garage should be my focus and maybe buying a basket case motorcycle and putting it all together again – something to do but the garage is a mess and must come first.
Today is Federico Garcia Lorca’s birthday. Happy birthday my compatriot – your end was too soon and violent – this is a complaint.
I am rereading Moby Dick – last read over twenty years ago. I hardly remember the book – this isn’t a complaint.
The air is full of birds chatter and cackling squirrels running, chasing and enjoying the bounty of acorns that have begun to litter my yard. – this is a half non-complaint.
Apples have no bearing on the proximity of doctors.
here is a poem…
butterflies in my beard
– for Micael Chadwick
skies painted dioxazine, phthalocyanine,
violet, prussian, phthalo blues and greens
cerulean and sunkissed naples yellow
portraits of madmen at 35 and aging
midnight scenes on the arroyo
crossing lethean black waters
held fast to the stern
I have ultramarine oils
smeared across my forehead
because of you
butterflies in my beard
and cadmium red
staining my fingertips
because of you
we have met under porches
moonlit nights
waltzing, caroling
my heart has broken
handheld and shopped for nothings
with birds singing
and faces picked up in backyards
– Hoc Scripsi
May 27, 2012
remember the fallen
I have a headache.
I’ve had a headache to varying degrees for three days. this is regardless of it being memorial day weekend.
bright sun now in late afternoon casting long shadows of birds across neatly trimmed lawns.
I resist the urge to glance skyward at low flying helicopters.
the beautiful muse, my wife, is the grill master during this long three days. I only confirm the degradation of gas lines and she uses charcoal lighter fluid.
according to one weather source it hit 95 today.
remember the fallen. be reverent. strike up the band. we dance for others.
be lunatic love luck lost in sacred reveille.
May 25, 2012
trying not to dance
errors, margins and cataclysmic exposure
walking a length of wire but stumbling, tripping and trying not to dance
side effects may include:
- loss of balance or coordination
- double and/or blurred vision
- uncontrollable movements of the eyes
- difficulty thinking or concentrating
- difficulty speaking
- drowsiness
- dizziness
- diarrhea
- constipation
- loss of appetite
- weight loss
- stomach, back, or joint pain
- missed or painful menstrual periods
- swelling, itching, or irritation of the vagina
- uncontrollable shaking of a part of the body
- seizures that happen more often, last longer, or are different than the seizures you had in the past
- chest pain
- swelling of the hands, feet, ankles, or lower legs
- headache
- stiff neck
- sensitivity to light
- loss of consciousness
standard subterranean musings, echoes from the primal brain
we are lost, meandering aimless among a starry myriad.
– Hoc Scripsi
the platitudes of willful resemblance 