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

10 Haiku



This morning I saw
a spider dead in his web—
and swept him away

That dollop dropping
from a plump bird on a branch
is no snowflake, man!

Rushing to meet her—
a man asks for five dollars
and I give him ten

*

I giggle to see
a giggling face in the wall—
patch of plaster

Crowing the rough roof
if a decrepit old house—
tv antenna

A smell or a glimpse
and suddenly I’m somewhere
else : Bulgaria!

*

Gruff buses plowing
through lakes of rain in the street—
gushing steamy sound

Startled from typing—
the yard’s full of squalling birds!
Grey late spring morning

Chewing a sandwich
by the train tracks—homeless man
with red rosy cheeks

*

A green peak glowing
in cloud-veiled morning spring sun—
Mount Tamalpais



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Heat It Up


Heat it up just a little more
Break yourself free from another chore
Heat it up just a little more
Won’t you make peace with the boy next door?

We just broke the cable and are free to swing
Let's leave it there
I can see what you’ve been reaping
Gonna get your share

Gonna get your share
‘Cause fair is fair
Gonna get your share


What you got stashed there in your drawers
Itching to jump out?
A kind of cash that cures the poor
Without a doubt

Without a doubt
So let it out
So let it out


Heat it up just a little more
Break yourself free from another chore
Heat it up just a little more
Won’t you make peace with the boy next door?


The evening’s growing deeper and the wine is sweet
Set yourself on down
Once you see it, it’s no secret
Our time is now

Our time is now
Our time is now
Our time is now



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Flashes 33



She’s cute!
So…
what?

As
special
as anyone

Loneliness:
less lonely when not
taken personally

*

The Joys Of Meditation, Part 10,000:
Went flying on a rocket
From a bite of chocolate

Impressed
without exception
by service dogs

I want my life
to be easier!
Greedy for ease!

*

Another glimpse
of a path
that’s wrong

It’s fine—
as long as I don’t
compare it to anything

Sympathy
for the
cigarette smoker

*

Hurrying
won’t
help you

A young salesman
named
Atlas                        

I could feel her
smile
through the phone

*

A whimper
escaped him
when they embraced

How intoxicated I was
by the idea
of intoxication!

It’s your mind
that allows you
this peace



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Wait My Turn



Stars are glowing
The moon is bright
But behind them
Blackest night

Hands are empty
My eyes they burn
I will stand here
Wait my turn

There’s a whisper
On the wind
Something in me’s
Focusing

Heart grows open
My mind goes blank
I’m not lonesome
Got you to thank



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Crack in the Ceiling

Poetry by Thomas Radwick

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