American haiku.
Deemed such by Kerouac.
Damn the meter. Press on. Brief.
Dreams of anxiety.
Breaking haiku meter.
Hold two pencils in your hands
Jack Kerouac by Tom Palumbo circa 1956
She wears Doc Martin hightop
Encrusted with rhinestones.
She’s one who’d rather say
“I’m excited” rather than anxious
She looks into a mirror too much
Trying to heighten her expectations.
Rich with words. With faux propriety.
Banal in her sense of style and color.
Her need to personify something else.
…
Blue tin cup, waiting.
Waiting for the Brandon pour.
Sunlight bathes the ivy.
Brandon’s car was found.
Burger wrapper left behind.
A fumbling misfit.
Breve’ before my swim.
The flags, limp like flaccid cocks,
Wait for their stiffenings.
