Haiku Freight Train #3: Connections

Found a picture of FDR

in a book of O'Hara poems,

smiled, and thought of you.

Haiku Freight Train #2: Snow

Late winter snow

tumbles onto itself when

I slam the car door.

Haiku Freight Train #1: Principle

The market advertised
Pork Butts!  I laughed
out of general principle.

Ain't nothin' goin' on but the rent.

Dave told us

about a family of 4

in a duplex on Maple

without heat and water.

They used the oven

to avoid hypothermia.

A drug dealer

the cops busted

in the house next door

had his bills paid in full.

I try not to ask

too many questions.

practical solutions to modern problems.

Follow Your Dreams

In a dream last night I met Ben Folds.  

I took his picture as he played Jackson Cannery

with a small band near a doorway

at Jamie's Flea Market.

After the tune we had a laugh or two

talking to the antique coin salesman

before we had an Italian sausage sandwich.

I'm thinking about going to Jamie's Saturday.

You might see me between the baseball cards

and comics, just past the used furniture

and books.  I'll be the guy with a camera

following his dreams.

Another Poem About Winter and Windows

I've stood at the window several times

this morning to stare at the murderous cold,

as it blows across the few inches of snow

on our driveway.  The white cat asks to go

outside, but then stands in the doorway,

blinks furiously before returning to nap.

Outside a bird screams a terrible warning.

I will go out there to shovel, despite

having nowhere to go.  I know I said

I needed a visit to the library, but

that's not really an obligation.  I think

I'll wait to see how I feel about it later.

For now, I'm going to take a look

out my window.

Edginess

Snow blows beautiful
chaos against windows,
piling on sills.

Unable to venture outside,
even for a few moments on the porch,
our cats inch closer to outright madness.

They've begun to attack each other
in attempt to take the edge off.
It is unsuccessful.  Edginess remains.

I fear that my wife and I are not far behind.
I have begun to pace with my cats
room to room, inventing topics

of conversation, avoiding any discussion
of the aforementioned snowstorm
as it terrorizes the neighborhood.