~Winking Light~ Oh winking light~ Whose blinking flight~ Goes sailing past the stars,~~Where did you come from?~Where are you going?~ Are you, perhaps, heading to Mars?~~ Oh winking light,~ In Blinking flight,~Are you the orbiting station?~~ Where astronauts stay~ with the stars night an day,~ and keep watch over all in their sight.~~ Oh winking light,~ whose blinking flight~ goes sailing past the moon~~ What is your mission?~ are you exploring? Will you be coming home soon?

Their lighters will flash~ Their cherries will burn~ And Death will fill up their lungs... A haiku

An old wooden deck~ A rusty screen door~ And moths fly around the lights.... A haiku on summer nights

Every time-I think I-Have found someone to be--I change my pose-Change my clothes-And find another me--

Simple Tom(continued)- Be it, perchance, Tim the baker? Or is it Dell, the miller's son? Or perhaps it be Dane, the shop keep? Come, then, the sun is high and would eat with thee and our guest, for my fields will not wait forever!", Whereupon his wife and her "guest" would emerge from some other room of the house, flushed and ruffled. Their disheveled appearance only served to cause the simple rube to remark upon the handsomeness of his bride, and to offer the visitor a drink to quench his thirst, as the sun had clearly worked upon them that day.           Yes, a fool and a cuckold was poor, Simple Tom.

Simple Tom- There was, upon a time, a young rube of rural upbringing and lowly intellect. This young farmer, Thomas by name, was of such grand ignorance, such simplicity, that he became well known among the small farming community in which he resided for this very aspect of his character, even earning himself the nickname "Simple Tom".             Simple Tom was of the kind who, upon finalizing a business transaction, invariably walked away with the short end of the bargain, completely unaware of his being a rube. In the affairs of love poor, Simple Tom was equally naïve. Oftentimes Tom, as was his want, upon the arrival of midday would hurry home from his fields to find, much to his delight, a strange horse tethered to his front porch. Being an amiable and sociable fellow, ever delighted to play the host, Tom would spring eagerly 'cross the threshold of his mean farm house and halloo loudly, "Halloo, Beloved! I see we have a visitor yet again! How blessed we are to so oft' receive good fellowship!

The Mouse- I saw a mouse today, his was the image of perfection. A perfect mouse. Not a mark or blemish marked his miniscule body, not a hair strayed from the uniformity of his silken fur. His coat yet held it's sheen, it's luster; yet, looking into his somber, listless black orbs, I saw that he was dead. An Autumn leaf. A taxidermy mouse in a taxidermy house. He's got gears, too. Wind him up. Watch him grind through his taxidermy "life". His "life", just as fabricated as that of a figurine on a german cuckoo clock.Yes, I saw a mouse today. I saw him yesterday as well. I see him in the faces passing by in the street. I see him in the face at the front of the class. I see him on the television screen, on every channel, on every website. And in the mirror. Grinding, always grinding. Pretending to be alive. Gotta fool the other dead mice.

Crisp Autumn Moonlight ~ Sheds Palest Luminescence ~ 'Cross Barren Treetops.... A haiku of reverent observation of the beauty of nature, by Andrew Angell

Warping, Shimmering~Cinnamon Wind, deep blue skies~Dog Days of Summer..... A haiku, by Andrew Angell