Under

unedited life promise

unbolted before our eyes

compromises untied underneath

underwhelming undergarment skies

unappreciated beings

from unadoptable orphanges

underestimate their unmothers

and unfathers and unothers

and unsadness
unthinking they would be

so double plus ungood.

unschooled and unshackled

and unscrupulous

unsealed documents behave untaught

untangle the words unthinkingly

and rebehave unwisely.

sonnet 50

Dedicated to the point of return.

There was never ever, every body,

cloudy dusty antibodies, trying

to make everything all right in the world.

How seriously the social skin burned

when there was always one hundred bodies.

Smelly sardines just sitting there fitting

into open cans, lids so tightly curled.

The odors slightly in the air did churn.

Neighbours, parents, children, everybody

turning their noses toward the sky, smelling

all the better air way up there unfurled.

If you accept the sadness all around

getting off the ground is easier found.

inDirection (in haiku series)

elevate instance

upward into tall high fields

of mindful whispers

push down decision

deeper far in some rich ground

let raw slowly grow

up is wherever

slow down is now anywhere

indifference blooming