Tanka Kukai 3

Roundtable Tanka Kukai 3, Fall 2011

walking through the door
gazing into the eyes
of a child
those eyes . . . not knowing.
I will never see Boo again.

every year,
it seems,
the same
depressing, sad, melancholy
status updates

I wonder what was
going through your mind
when they blew your mind
against the window . . .
Besides the bullet, I mean.

she hands her the ice cream
puts in the movie they know too well
lets her laughter turn to tears
the ice cream melts and disappears
like the innocence she gave to him

full of adrenaline
from this epic fight
we could have all died
I pick up my wand
Ewww! Troll boogies!

poptart breakfast
rushing out the door
i taste the coffee
on your lips
and nothing else

once about
showing off a costume
now all about
showing off cleavage

listening to laughter
I sit as a Jedi Knight
doorbell rings
I gather candy
to pass to the young Padawan

the troll realizes
he would not
be visiting Hogwarts
this year

Samuel Adams
Blue Moon
Fat Tire
they all sit empty
on the cupboard

washing dishes
by hand
in the fluffy suds
you throw your plate in
with a splash

You open the book
that is my life
in efforts to come back,
not knowing that your chapter
was ripped out

I used to catch fire quick
burning everything that
stood in my path but now
I douse myself in liquid nitrogen
too cool to feel anything

it's been
unusually cold
the days grow shorter
my hair still tussled
just the way you left it

can we truly understand
the whims
of the wind?
Her breezy smile
turns to billow anger

midnight letters
to be written
sing sweet nightingale
give me love melodies!

under the bridge
the grumpy old troll
yearns to
or treat

encased in black,
the dancer,
the swan;
a girl pretends
on Halloween

jingle bells jingle bells
rockin' around the Christmas tree
Santa Claus is coming
and you'll be home for Christmas
but what happened to Thanksgiving?

the days I didn't need
these tiny blue pills to smile so widely
are vivid only
as I lay staring up past the leaves . . .
knowing we'll both fall again

B.efore, I thought we were
F.riends that would be there
F.or each other
Now, I know you and
That acronym are a lie

was a time
when i'd be happy
with a cheap trinket
i'd settle for a cheap meal

at night i shudder
as i get into bed
your feet and hands,
so icy cold.
are you dead yet?

© 2011, Randy Brooks • Millikin University
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