JP Creighton rising to shine on a rainy cloudy May Sunday;waiting for coffee, here.
Haiku para un miercoles frio en Noviembre
1 year ago
Dame tus besos
Los imagino, siento;
me tocas, amor.
Entre tus brazos
re-encuentro el amor.
Abrazame, pues.
Forma deshecha
contenedor vacio.
Lo usaremos.
(The following was written earlier this summer when I was homeless on the streets of Savannah Georgia):
Who knows whom
you’ll meet working @ a bar?
WEll, thanks for all, miz.
Forgot my wallet:
once again i’m on the street,
a man with no name.
Far away—no home:
can’t recall my children—phone blocked.
My babies, lost, lost.
My grief limitless:
cicadas buzz in the heat.
How are my children?
(Here I compose one more:)
Lost child, where are you?
I think and close mine eyes now—
Would you know me now?
