allergen

 You can grab my collaborative chapbook "Misshapen Pears: A Musical" now. from Two Key Customs. It's a trip, I'm told (by this I mean I told myself). This drop also features some true heavy hitters and a who's who of Haiku enthusiasts. You should go and spend some duckets or clams or whatever currency you call your own.

pollen said
this is not the summer
and it is not a summertime cold

and it's not even a cold.
not at all.

I asked pollen if it made
a difference when it was
and what it was if I felt
like I had a cold.

pollen told me to shut
up and drink my hot tea.
it has big plans for the
two of us.
                

                my weathered
throat and mucus-laden
coughs shouted back:
no, we're really good. 
let's leave 'em wanting
more.

pollen is a railroad robber
barron, the show continues
and the scratching will 
persist and the congestion
will remain.

I say when we're done here, says pollen.

there isn't a big enough pistol
or missile or heat death ray,
no intrepid form of torture
quite bone chilling enough.

no, pollen deserves more misery
and destruction and tumult and
annihilation than is available
to us currently, but I'll keep
dreaming. I've got time and 
enough malice and just the right
amount of discomfort from pollen's
work in the devil's sensory break
room.
         I've got the fuel for eternal and
infinite use of the human spirit to build
something for revenge.

I'll find it yet. 

But first, does anyone have
some Claritin?

hindsight, I guess

 Monday marks the release of "Misshapen Pears: A Musical" from Two Key Customs. Y'all might not be ready for whatever it is we cooked up, but you also might be very well prepared; you'll have to read it to find out.

I spent too much time
in my youth, inside
my head and
wondering if I was 
alone or not. If
anyone was with me. That 
was fool's errand. We
are never actually
alone. Even when we
crave

silence.

I am so sure now
that I've never been
in better company
and that was what
that old version of
myself wanted more
than anything. I 
guess that's something
to remember when
anything else seems
like some kind of
crisis. 

            we're all we've
got, mostly. we might
as well try and be kind
to one another
or whatever.

that would be 
pretty cool, I
think.

another slow victory

 took a little break from daily writing after April 30. If you're interested in purchasing work I've been putting out, you can find 12 Haibun I wrote in this collection from Alien Buddha Press. I also have a split chapbook with Glen Binger and Donovan Sponaugle coming out on 5/18 via Two Key Customs. More on that in the coming weeks. We're so back, kids.

front seat, perfect view.
this is the pinnacle. another moment

I am the world/now/then. allow me
this bit of self-congratulation. allow me
to be the

center of a universe before the
knowledge sets in that I'm
just another rock/out here
/alone/screeching and putting hands
over my eyes as the sun turns its attention towards
me. I've

always wanted to be in the light. At least until
I stand face to face with whatever it reveals to me
and everyone
else caught looking at
the moment.