I am so fucking tired

That I want to cancel

I just don’t feel inspired

“Ennui” I want to stencil

On every paper 

That I mustgrade today

All my efforts: vapor 

I must work endlessly


Labor goes into each

Day anticipated

I keep storming ʇɐɥʇ beach

As we finish again

Know that work’s our best friend

Two Comics Sonnet

I read two graphic novels

Neither one was very good

I enjoyed all this reading

& I think understood

One was “100 Bullets”

A Complex crime narrative

Fairly well illustrated

Fragmentation creative

The other comic’s Pyongyang

It’s About North Korea

White guy makes fun of Asia

Funny as gonorrhea

Time reading’s never wasted

But other lives I’ve tasted

My (Colorized) Fall

My autumn is Pompeii’s

Mosaics of litter

Disrupting nature’s frays

Hidden beauty glitters

Mindless Accretion Sonnet (7)

Today’s Mindless Accretion

Of our new Technology

Becomes a sick secretion

Of wealth’s dull banality
Bringing pointless ideas

& venal propaganda

Demanding dull Hoseas

& more of wealth’s slanders
Cables, dishes & loose wires

Grow like toxic frothy mold

Up civilization’s spires

As infrastructure grows old
We try to blot out the skies

Retrofitting corp’rate lies

Endless Sonnet


Each wave is identical

Also completely unique

Repetition: practical

Their differences oblique
Each person watching waves

Is completely different

But like banister staves

Cooperate in bent

I sit by the river

Of autos driving by

Observing, I wonder

If there’s a reason why

Why do I consider

The altar of nature?

Morning Sonnet 8-10-15

The morning arrives, an un welcomed guest

Demanding attention, telling stories

Into their conflicts & feuds you are thrust

Each dawn brings you it’s own set of worries
The world never needs to know my feelings

My opinions of people’s shortcomings 

Do not need to infect all my dealings

& interfere with my life’s smooth runnings
Tolerating existence’s problems

And leaning from difficulties’ drama

Builds immunity, a special nostrum

That makes me just like the Dali Lama
I accept all the dawn’s difficulties

The tolerance that they build makes me free

•Gypsy in the Moonlight• Haiku Review

Just finished reading

*Gypsy in the Moonlight:* great
mystery novel

Set in Trinidad
History & Mystery
Bringing them to life

Unique culture of mixing
Brought into focus

Novel of struggles
Before globalization
made us so wealthy

The civilized life 
Of ice boxes and credit
How people once lived

The detective lives
Between two worlds: Trinidad
Native and expat

Colonial traps: 
Collaborate or resist
He avoids nicely

Carnival pan drums
Wartime Litter Invention
“Trini Creation”

Lawrence Waldron Writes
A novelized history
Overlooked greatness

One thing missing
Is righteousness rewarded
Some wealth & respect