Writings by Thomas Radwick. Mostly poetry and lyrics. t_radwick@yahoo.com

9 Haiku



Fellow travelers’
faces gazing into dreams—
the blank morning sun

The beermug’s shadow
makes a long grinning skullface
on the tablecloth

Shambling out the gate—
a thread of a web clinging
to my sleepy face

*

A row of three holes
in a bank of morning clouds—
sun glowing through them

I crush a fat fly
on the wall with a book—thwack!
Feed it to the cat

Among young people
downtown at lunchtime—they’re all
discussing business!

*

Looked for myself in
a window—but wasn’t there!
Blocked by a big plant

Face in a tree’s bark
considers a friend’s whispered
suggestions, smiling

The rain pattering
on lush umbrella palm fronds—
small soft silver coins



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Everybody Must Know



There’s a rose staring at my face
Such a lovely thing
And there’s voices moving through this space
And they sometimes sing

There’s a power in that flower
And it’s got to grow
Everybody
Everybody must know

There’s a tremor humming through this place
Like a quivering
And the error of a thousand ways
Misses everything

Don’t be dour in this hour
Laugh and let it go
Everybody
Everybody must know

There’s a smile climbing in your eyes
Through the broken glass
It took a while for it to rise and shine
Everything must pass

Couldn’t quit it in a minute
Flowing strong and slow
Everybody
Everybody must know





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Flashes 32



A cigarette
smoker’s
rebellion

Some people
aren’t yet tired
of being suckers

Las Vegas:
Gehenna
as shopping mall

*

The openness
of
lonesomeness

It’s like he’s
humping himself
when he talks to you

That job will
make you take
the world too seriously

*

Less “myself,”
strangers say
I look familiar

Perceiving everything
through the prism
of one’s prejudice

What have you done
for your third eye
lately?

*

A noble goal:
to be less full of shit
than the average asshole

I am quiet.
I let others
talk.

Howling
in the center of me,
Brother Loneliness!

*

No real justice
comes from
insulting someone

Old men
gazing at
newspapers

Take
your
meditation

*

People
raging to adapt
to the unadaptable

No
I won’t
hurry for this train

The Placebo Effect
is still
an effect!

*

Could you
do your job
without coffee?

It’s all a mirror—
but it’s not you
in the mirror

In San Francisco
missing
San Francisco



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Crack in the Ceiling

Poetry by Thomas Radwick

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