Saturday, December 27, 2008

Six String Samurai (Waka:Choka)

Take five little man
This ain't no place fo' a kid

Steel swings red out here
So ev'rybody turns cold

Don't cross past the line
Or the spinach monster'll come

Foot steps steer behind
Unless you want to die too?

You yell and follow
And I can't argue, you're too young

I'll drop you somewhere
Right before you slow me down

They're strange around here
Nothing I can't handle though

With strings that burn blood
Deep as the horizon 'far

They all want a piece
Even death can play a tune

There in Vegas kid
(Is) where I'm gonna have my gig

The King needs an heir
And that throne is mine alone

But it ain't easy
No body plays nice here at

We walk: feet or wheels
And I hear you say squat for days

Cannibals and guns
Protestin' my Rock 'n' Roll

As this katana
Tastes alternative genre

Piling arguments
When treatments bleed red per song

The Russians'll stop me
But you'll keep me alive 'til

I snap my fingers
Hittin' the yellow brick road

Kickin' and slashin'
Soon before the day I die

They call me Buddy
Holly to your legacy
Since 1957

Friday, December 26, 2008

Theatre (Cinquain)

Theatre
Staged Life
It complicates everything
But conjures one's wit
Farce

Sleepy (Cinquain)

Sleepy
Less awake
Snoring while conscious
Uncomfortable with the stance
Tired

Writer Insomniac (Epigram)

Tough time keeping my eyes open
Tonight I try writing again!

Secretary (Vers Libre)

Write down my thoughts
For tomorrow
They may not come
But keep note
In case they do

Business (Senryu)

Business is business
We can win and we can lose
No one is happy

That Glimpse of You (Quatrains)

Oh Spanish eyes how I would love to meet
Upon a moment between steps tonight
In silence from those thin sweet lips you touched
Breathing within the minute we match sight

Hoping do I wish while present for you
Catching that blur cascading luminous
Around yourself, like halos before saints
Something divine, something like you, and thus

I fall short from you as you are to me
Though you may not know yet, as we have yet
To be... Your admirer am I today
As fate had me find you just to forget

I would demand another chance for us
But you passed right through me without a hint
Cursing me with this whif of bliss forgone
And you with your day, without a hint

Did you see me at all or did you try--
To forget me too?