ayaz daryl nielsen: Eight Poems

beside the highway
leaping into the river
frog who safely crossed

——

this city’s
harsh night life—
morning sun
nervously probes
gutter and alley

——

Lonely as a grave is
six feet deep. Maybe
much deeper. Measure
my loneliness at six-and-
a-half and still descending.

——

just a beer
or three
(and a shot)
and we’re
no longer
strangers
guys howling
the Stones’
Beast of Burden

——

“now that’s gross,”
she states, “zombies
with chicken pox”
thinking to myself,
who’s gonna notice

——

poet

when being embraces
what a page can bring
white within black
and light within dark
a timelessness beyond
electronic uncertainty

——

my breakfast table
maple syrup’s sweet-talking
the blueberry pancake

——

someone I want to know

list of books checked out
by prior library patron
p20754590
left in a collection of
poems by Bukowski:
A timbered choir: the sabbath poems
No shortage of good days
Fly fishing the seasons in Colorado
Given: new poems
Tao te Ching
Zen living
Betting on the Muse: poems
and stories by Bukowski

 

ayaz daryl nielsen, veteran and former hospice nurse, lives in Longmont, Colorado, USA. Editor of bear creek haiku (30+ years/145+ issues) with poetry published worldwide (and deeply appreciated), he is online at: bear creek haiku poetry, poems and info

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