this doesn't make sense....
your mind isn't hardly dead
so, happy new year.

there isn't much left
but this flood of memories
and that's everything.

clinton.

bill fucking clinton
(bill murray of politics)
has just come through town.

you were fantastic
sadly i woke up alone
dreams aren't always true.

i hope we've made peace
by the time you read this note
with happy endings.

the sky is falling
rainstorms sweep over my mind
it's suddenly so calm.

sometimes i dont post
what comes into my mind brain
better left unsaid

curious insert
never stops fascinating
obscure references

Montra.

the exaust is thick
marsupials are jolly
we're all gonna die.

mysterious bruise,
you are hurting my forearm
where did you come from?

searching through auctions
most of these houses condemmed
burning down the house

only 90 days
it unblocks calls and your texts
verizon frustrates.

each time I return
i keep hoping you're still home.
i chased you away.

while tossing asleep
proposing in my dream space
I wake unsettled

it's true what "they" say:
long over due oil changes
don't do engines well

in the next two days
this july will be over
august will begin.

minutes sitting here
i dont have another poem
come back tomorrow.

 to the evergreen,
your leaves aren't always; you lied.
brown, dead pine needles.

anorexia
is not to be trifled with 
try a new diet.

to all the steak knives:
the vegetables are softer,
try going vegan

for all the artists:
your hours of work are moot
if kept from the world.

for the blog writer:
until the great data crash...
your words will stay put.

for the dog walker:
your leash is never too long,
run a bit faster.

the motorcycle:
loud as it screaches through streets.
beauty standing still.

standing motionless
this thirteenth year was quite hot
thank you, ann arbor

A close shave

with a straight razor
shaving can be dangerous
cuts across my nose

ann arbor art fair:
thanks for a great eleventh!
ill see you for twelve.

motionless fridays...
this is still stand still theater.
laugh. enjoy. repeat.

on daily haiku's:
these have gotten serious
lighten up, asshole.

in the endless chain
peace will become apparent
life comes full circle

birds that dive bomb me
are a bit disconcerting
flap, flap, flap, flying.

in the grocery store
even the apples look fake
at least they have stars

I'd fall in love with
her nine month mentality
never to conceive.

midnight bicycle
rides through puddles and rain drops
thunder's my heart beat.

wundergound magic
is a magic shop of dreams
just waiting to die.

Heart strings

ten years is too long

Sitting twiddling heart strings

to wait for someone 

atheist's  don't pray.
they do, sometimes, swear to god
but won't admit it.

when i'm sad i think
my cat is adorable
and then i'm happy.

fiona apple
you have a beautiful voice
sing to us again.

the state in Detroit
this is where I first met you
Now is the filmore.

yes, it's been nine months.
today i'm letting it go.
it's time to move on.

my heart beats faster

imagination's heavy

she kept her clothes on.

"...stilt walking." he said.
"yes, i walked in that parade."
and then he collapsed.

i still collect books
in a world where movies rein
hardcovers : heavy

tonight i can see
fireworks through my window
ba-bang, boom, pop, poof.

yes, i'm still single.
my friends are getting married
am i left behind?

ten thousand showers
won't wash away memories
but only time will

simply lemonade
was delicious on my tongue
but now sadly gone

in my waking life
i'm still walking through blindly
i excel in dreams

oatmeal is tasty...
unless consumed everyday.
...desert in my mouth

eight dollars to dry
in singapore hotel rooms
my laundry is wet.

bend over backward
touch your fingers to your toes
achievement unlocked

69.

I've gotten so lost
in the yin-yang of numbers
I forgot to come.

616.

numbers of the beast
hold little meaning to me
hell doesn't exist

sometimes it f*cks up my rhythm

Close-up magic is
very impressive close-up
hence the name of it.

this is for ruby.
this haiku is belated...
so happy birthday.

my daily posting
isn't happening daily
will you forgive me?

as thunder crashes,
the rain storm reminds me why...
no one else is here

This doesn't feel good
celena is my dreams
I can't get her out

Memories float
I listen to counting crows
And I can still smile

looking through your eyes
owls never look the same
and i can't resist

42.

the meaning of life
isn't floating out in space
but inside my heart.

you had been the best
today I am moving on
i hope i make it

leap for the skies

today is leap day
today is invisible
we have no power

today has been a
constant reminder that I
miss you so greatly

kalin and jinger
one of the best acts i've seen
magically speaking

the plane is delayed
my index finger bleeding
this tour starts well

sixty-one.

you changed my whole world...
then left me to love myself.
thanks, happy birthday.

wait, wait don't tell me
came to detroit's fox theater
and i attended

i have made chages
and I made them all for me
i wish you were here

thirty-seven.

Broken hearts will mend
Except when they stop beating
And I'm still alive

thirty-six.

I don't want to hurt
i don't poke myself with knives
it makes the most sense

thirty-five.

we wont walk away

we both agreed to read it 

we never finished

thirty-four

thank you dana stough:
best friends are hard to come by
but you were easy.

thirty-three.

squishing paper cups

isn't as satisfying

as squishing plastic.

thirty-two.

i don't often push.
today I pushed my limits
and i feel okay.

thirty-one.

don't show me card tricks
sometimes i have had enough
today's my day off

thirty.

I've got nothing on
kerouac's blues and haikus
doing one a day.

twenty-nine.

good morning sunshine
is only welcome when the
sleep passes slowly

twenty-eight.

i never know if
sunday is the end or if
it's the beginning.