february.

metal kitchen sink
open window; close, dense heat
distance, between us

saturday night smirk.

Deception comes all
too easily to girls like
you. Filthy lipsticked

mouths, glass eyes, a cold
passion for nothing at all.
Pilot light sparks out.

thames river (for ruth).

Flat, gray river light;
ash-dark skyline. Postcards from
Paris, Prague, Naples.

12:18am.

Rain against the glass.
All is dark. Your voice, lost, in
a haze of static.

(Here begins my attempt to write a haiku a day. Watch and laugh!)