Monthly Archives: July 2010

More Tanka close to Midnight

Standard

Beep beep beep beep beep

The register and thunderstorms

Galump! Canteloupe

 

Waiting to see her eyes, I

begin, is plastic okay?

 

Two of them walk in

Handsome, strong, slim, shorts and Tees

Now, register one

 

My interior being addled,

I must become a machine

 

Buzzing congnition

Emotions fly through round hoops

Butterflies, escape?

 

Staggering, I stand up

Why this again?  Composure

He pervades all things

Present in this weary soul

With a thousand loves

 

Why so beset with angst, soul?

All night, put your hope in God

 

Who?  What?  How?  When?  Where?

Questions layered in question

Big doubts and vague hopes

 

But you are the remedy

For all my inconstancy

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