Monthly Archives: July 2010

More Tanka close to Midnight


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