LIGHT HAIKU

featured in the poetry forum July 19, 2021  :: 0 comments

a light diffuses black
..it lathers the sky that way
…clouds spread like thunder

editors note:

A light lather is a close shave. – mh clay

FRANKENSTEIN

featured in the poetry forum April 30, 2021  :: 0 comments

Places where the dead are plugged
…electric to all passion’s core
wandering the peasant groves
…confused by an uncertain brain
and terrorizing man and beast
and women also
like a boar
searching warmth
in fear of fire.
Destruction in desire’s feast
the way the dead can feel desire!!

editors note:

Like this, we grope our grove, in search of life’s bright bolt. – mh clay

LIVING AMONG THE MIDDLE CLASSES

featured in the poetry forum February 2, 2021  :: 0 comments

An achy nervousness
among pandemic days
while summer turns toward Fall
and the politics of madness
in the election of it all

and my own old age decays
dully for its sadness
like some disease which slays

with a sleep that fills our eyes
with an image on TV
of dreamy dreamy hot fires
in the skies.

editors note:

Flat screen, flat deal! We are what we watch. – mh clay

THE LOVE BOND

featured in the poetry forum November 7, 2020  :: 0 comments

See we are ancient already! We are marble
carved and sealed to fortressed stone
inseparable the way we aged together
and glistening in our polish
like one of your starry paintings.

Or an old rustic house
grown out as one toward the woodland.
We live in the same skin
shelter under each other’s locks.

I look out the window of your brilliant eyes
and see and give utterance for the world
eternally brand new!

editors note:

Yes! Give utterance! – mh clay

THE FAILED ARTIST

featured in the poetry forum August 17, 2020  :: 0 comments

Nature’s first rule is predation
a fact in the face
which he could not stand

so he puffed up a cloud
in his glacial station
to obscure that cruel beauty
of the land.

editors note:

In this case, smoke ’em when you DON’T… – mh clay

ART AS THE GHOSTLY SOPRANO

featured in the poetry forum June 15, 2020  :: 0 comments

This is the love among the dead
…these are those high operatic notes
…that gorge of meat and wine and bread
…that private castle leaking hope, despair,
the two the same in desperate sighs

encased in predatory motes
to keep away the warlike herds
of Mongols milking mares and goats
with lost dreams much like lullabies
composed by angels

….without words…

editors note:

And, yet, we must sing them… – mh clay

THE MUSIC OF THE OCEAN’S COAST

featured in the poetry forum April 10, 2020  :: 0 comments

Midnight longing for God and Heaven
Horns of sweet jazz for Jesus
in the missionary night.

Converting bats like me to bliss,
bugs, to that kiss of divinity
…the lucky and beloved to a sigh
alike the sea

editors note:

Sing contentment in every key. – mh clay

A CITY LIKE BERLIN

featured in the poetry forum January 20, 2020  :: 0 comments

Fire at night! Fire
in the coal dark cold
of an ice like desire
that chokes the eyes
like wicked smoke
under shrouded skies
and bilious smog

…and a breathy toke
on a deadly drug
which sells the soul
which howls like a dog
in lightning storms
against thunder sounds
whose big guns bellow a hundred rounds
on our crumbling station
our crumbling forms
our tired nation
our hell-bent choir.

Fire at night….such wicked fire!

editors note:

Public works or public outrage? What’s happening in your city? – mh clay

TIRED MEN OF THE ASHES

featured in the poetry forum November 4, 2019  :: 0 comments

The manifest of my dreams
in spring
is written cool, bland,
lyrically lazy
about the green shrubbery
and the yellow brown roses
come ugly upon a trailer park Easter

…a bit of leafy stem
sticks its head above
the loam

and this is our Jesus!, our poetry!

editors note:

Jesus in every flower. Resurrection in every Spring. – mh clay

ILLICIT THINGS

featured in the poetry forum August 28, 2019  :: 0 comments

Flowers
…but much like snow!,
so cool white in their bouquet
which thieves
and angels
know

within that vision
of my look
gone skyward
while I recline

…in the side seat of our Buick
after finishing
my wine!

editors note:

All is white through rosé colored classes. – mh clay