love affair with a shogun, my life relegated to books #senryu

(revision) though i stand in the back with closed eyes ive become comfortable with loneliness #sanka

surrealism— behind the coolness of the day you step fully into the eye of my mother #sanka

dull throbbing in this dream— against the softness of a white peach watching you and white rabbits #tanka

taking a sudden whim in the darkness i frolic and laugh at myself #sanka

seeing a Rimsky-Korsakov opera later there's a dinner with a man i barely like #sanka

visiting a medieval city in Germany walking the cobblestone roads i think about Wilhelm #sanka

thought i stand in the back with closed eyes ive become comfortable with loneliness #sanka

seething of a nighttime ocean my first time at the beach in a long time #sanka

bone dry air the afternoon settles deeply into a humdrum sweat box #tanka

totally un-demure this tight coiling of a darkness my mother bequeathed me #tanka

on my day off leaving the house for a walk at high noon... the sun, unforgivable #tanka

dismal little man with annoying laughter— he is someone's son and i pity his mother #tanka

guests coming and going... this Wednesday burns in a brilliant fire #sanka

Shah Jahan built an edifice to his wife Mumtaz --- you spill coffee and break my decorative vase #tanka

fumbling with the button on his denim jeans an afternoon of lovemaking while the world burns #tanka

gust of a hot dry wind... the excitement in my life is watching Columbo episodes #sanka

silently i pray for something different... wondering if Winter will be a nice one #sanka

this evening swallowed up into a workshift my lifeforce is being depleted #sanka

something interesting about cigarette ash— suppressing yawns too #sanka

thinking to myself, 'there's something sensual about red spider lilies bowing' #sanka

a sensitive moment... while he talks i drift into a dream state #sanka

forgoing chocolate tonight the taste of a peach i haven't had in a while #sanka

the prayers of the street evangelist said in a broken and rough voice tonight #sanka

obviously not a woman... still i want to seduce that blue-collar man #sanka

wrapped in the darkness of my balcony... i watch a handsome man that i want #sanka

slipping into a fictional persona tonight my breasts are tender for some reason #sanka

morning's clock inching closer to 5 am... suppressing a yawn to write more #sanka

for a moment departing my use of four lines for a three-line hybrid tanka #sanka

refusing to eat anything sweet— reading Toki Aika's NAKAIWARAI when i should be asleep #sanka *"Laughing through Tears"