poems,
they flicker
in tandem dreams trailing
from placid mouths
plastic whispers
there is a hum
hypnotized & syntesized by shadows
of bodies, w/ prison laughter
somewhere inside her
sweetness taste of sweetness wings
beauty?s imperfection
in between,
a season faraway
inside the child?s hand
skipping pencils on chalkboard jungles
television walls
riding bicycles to the movies
the universe curved
here there is Paris, over there a blue square
watercolor pearls in her eyes
dressed in fashion rains
w/ a dandelion?s scribbled flaw?
nowhere to go,
nothing left for the haiku?s flame
just words scratched on an empty
notebook
stuffed
in
a
suitcase,
open in the rain.