CHRIS GORDON raw nervz haiku 1997-2005

December 29, 2015 § 3 Comments


behind the clouds
no brighter than a moon
the white sun

in a ziploc bag a sparrow
waits to be buried

glare from
the setting sun

blocks out
the longs ads on
the side of the bus

only a test
the clouds unfurl

we exchange apples
and then eat them

the water in the jar
trembles indefinitely
on the surface

the photographs
lie to me again

that mosquito
that got away

on the shelf
in the dust
his body still

the dried leaves
move among
the oblivious pedestrians

bats who are
lost in the daylight

the back of my hand
more distinct than her face

the candlelight
jerks around in bluish
circles on the ceiling

not the color green
the spinach stains the water

a memory of
intermittent sickness
translucent then wavering

I assemble a structure
of possible apologies

the sidewalk
reeks of rain
the way weeds inhabit cracks

it travels over
the reflection of the kitchen light

on a steam opaque window
a ladybug
lost in the center of winter




















December 16, 2015 § Leave a comment


standing in

the kitchen my zippers

all zipped up





December 9, 2015 § Leave a comment


they huddle around

themselves the white chairs

in a pile of leaves





December 6, 2015 § Leave a comment

I tell my dog I do a good Spock






December 6, 2015 § Leave a comment


our query

the metallic bottom

to it




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