Also Not a Haiku & Written in 1987/8

the closet is clean

yet they are unshowered
lying
between sheets strewn
with
tiny hairs and scattered bits

waiting
for the dull burst of the alarm.

morning.

Not a Haiku: Dreamtime (Written for American Poetry Class in 1992/3)

Dreamtime

I,

pulling on black trousers, belt, and shoes emerge man.
It is not worthy of note as I stroll that
I am unsure of the new
shoes,
pants,
belt,
and walk with the quickness
of a fear that reaches up
and taps a woman on the shoulder
like footsteps
following
in the dark.