One Sunday Morning
August 6, 2006
We arrived at church,
but the the doors were locked.
A letter held on in the breeze:
My Dear Children,
I am not inside –
you will find me among the sick,
the troubled, the destitute…
Father Joe is with me.
Come join us.
Love,
God
Within the month
most of us had joined
a different church.
blame it on the killer eggs
August 4, 2006
Diner Diner burning bright
sober beacon
drunken night.
Java Java steaming hot
swore I wouldn’t
drink a lot.
Eggs Eggs slimy soft
all too soon
I send aloft.
Run Run for the door
retch my innards
to the floor.
Wake Wake tormented head
sweating gin
wish I were dead.
with apologies to William Blake
a haiku by Jack Kerouac
August 2, 2006
Perfect moonlit night
marred
by family sqabbles
– J.Kerouac