La nuit du neige

The silence of snow-covered night,
The gray of the shadowed white moon,
It looks over all in its sight--
Rien existe sous la lune.

The grasping black tree branches bare,
The sweet scent of icy, soft snow,
The deep blue clouds shift slightly there--
La mer sous le bateau.

My Bed

Sweeping cream shadows
Soft, warm, dark yards of fabric
Pillow-top mattress

A Monday

No product in my hair
Wrapped in fuzzy green chenille
French words slide into the air
Rain drips behind my head

Sunspots on the wall
Muffled airplanes buzz
Birds of Paradise fall
Dizzy and warm

Caution

Loud sounds in the night.
But everyone is asleep...
Call the police, quick!

Correctement, Monsieur

I am right you know.
I am most always correct.
At least, I think so.

Parts of My Summer

Rainy days in June
Drinking Tim Horton's coffee
Planning camping trips

Ode to Woodwork

There a death knell sounds
In the middle of the wood
Sealing my soul's fate

California Time

Oh to go to sleep.
I'm on California time.
And therefore I can't.

Ode to a Trader

I love Trader Joe's.
And that's all there is to it.
Could I marry Joe?

Criticisms and Reassurances of the Sun and Bolsa Chica, Respectively

You have burned me so,
And I despise you for that,
And will forever.

I look lobster-like.
I AM the red light district.
And it's all your fault.

***

O Bolsa Chica,
How you abound with small clams!
And cause me such pain.

O Bolsa Chica,
It really isn't your fault.
The sun is to blame.

A Sad Victoria Day

There'll be no fireworks tonight,
Nor beer,
Nor drunken domestic men.
No sex in canoes,
And no northern lights.
Nope, there'll be no fireworks tonight.

Note: I realize that this isn't haiku per se, but really, where else would I post such verse?

Another note: I wrote this on the sad occasion of my first May Two-Four weekend spent away from my country in many a year. Throughout, you will notice the pining way in which I reflect upon common Canadian events during this time. Rest assured, I do not participate in these activities. I am merely amused by them. So, well, you can all sleep sound tonight; I'm not crazy. Or anything.

The Road to Loma Linda

We're stuck in traffic
There are lots of mattresses
Drivers shouldn't sleep

The Glorious Beginning

O Doctor Bradley,
Your motorcycle is cool.
Congratulations.

Group presentations
Loathsome entities of doom
Please stop fidgeting.

There are windows here.
People outside can see us.
Stop copulating.

Dasani, my love,
Hawaii water is gross.
And so I drink you.

O dear pheremones.
What would I do without you?
Maybe I'd study.

Women of the world...
Please wear your jeans much higher,
For my retinas.

Her eyes are foggy
Like mist over the water
Might be cataracts!

O Doctor Bradley
You're such an aging hippie
But that's why you're cool