Old Son! That hooked lunar
it never shows up in modern TV fairy tales
just a giant orb, floods and tidal shifts
the salmon, boyo, the salmon
swimming in oppositional currents
and here in the shade
where our renewal springs from
we trade spit and slurs with ancient monsters
crying at the sight of an empty-bellied moon
Tag Archives: Solstice
Mud Bodies: December Haiku (4-6)
4.
Solstice in Kentucky
old men mutter: seasons
roll over dig in
5.
Preparation
goes only so far: the rest
this mud body resists
6. (broken haiku)
Today the sun shines
rebirth sings on frigid winds.
What dies? Mud bodies.
no. 33
interpretations of the season wage on
boxing punch drunk under a laughing moon
as sunrise rewrites itself crisp
over yet another diseased landscape