Posts Tagged Tanka

Trippy Wires

Nine rooms, flexing shapes

empty spaces with cocktail

tables, one or two,

footrests, blue trash, Porsche, empty

town stop, one-ninety away

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Travels Through Death Soon to Come

windows cloak brown tracks

crossing past your vacant face

hiding drying tears

pulsating legs muddle fears

while rivers reverse their flows

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Most Days, They’re Embarrassed, and Most Days, They’re Mean

Fatigue clings, gripping

feverish self hatred when

they scold and point, turn-

ing red, hating the fragile

man who needs their acceptance.



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One Day There Was Betterment in a Tiny Auditorium

Children holding his

tablets, moving miniscule

planets. Forget my

past, he screams, slowly curing

needy pieces of dog fur.

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New, No, Not Again

Flat channels divide

dangerous pathways my brain

seems to love, darkly,

so I plunge deeply to find

large oak branches, parallel,


for hanging is good

for dead, stolen spirits fly-

ing, bumping rocks of

hatred, and here I blast through

nothingness, leaving traces.

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No More Blocking

Not working on block-
ing. Hiding is a load of
work. Nerves inside holes
that are pricked, excruciat-
ing pain, anger at good things.



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Tanka for Buddy

Waning, my dog said
goodbye, and I understand
why I must hope for
heaven for dogs, for without,
I want to hang, dead as mud.


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Shielded After Lunch in July Sun

Blurred down comes, July
sun, but today, my Devine
brought in gentle warmth,
deflected unneeded heat,
and a soft bathing bird smiled.

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The Power of the Great – Monday’s Donation to the Opponents

Scorching cries, skin flows.
Shy, fairness never arrives.
Stuff broken red teeth,
beg for nothing, statues blue,
not trophies, but love towers.

Grappling with tattered
fame, losing murky powers.
Growing ego soothes,
removing struggle and grays.
Free fall, same right, left, no push.


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Disturbed Park Forest

Chaos of machines
in park built for gentle peace.
Insanity row
blowing awful comedy
across seas of weakened trees.

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