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

6 Haiku



Pink glow of sunrise
on a tan stone warehouse wall—
bloom of the new year

Meditative day—
gazing back from the mirror,
two unmuddied eyes

Blinking like a cat
in the dazzling morning sun—
dusty train windows


*

Screech of a spigot—
the bright water-smooth singing
of the hummingbirds

Still winter evening—
a sudden burst of birdsong,
then silence again

Pink sun and chalk moon
hypnotizing each other
across a cold sky



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Come To Me



Come to me, I’m waiting here
Beneath the busy sky
Stars shimmer, planes slither
Through the breathing night

Come to me, the slivered moon
Is floating like a boat
Curved upward just above us
Glowing like a bone

You can hear the restless air
Shiver in the trees
Smooth water slurring under
Streets beneath our feet

You can hear the soundless sound
A presence in the air
Not whispered, never distant
Here and everywhere

Is this something
Other than a burning ray?
I don’t believe that this will
Fade away

You can feel the hum behind
The motions of your mind
A chorus of noisy voices
Strive to find their rhyme

You can feel the humble grasses
Tremble when we kiss
This is the moment of our
Neverending bliss



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8 Haiku

Cursing a fly who
won’t leave through the opening
I make in the screen

The golden hour—
a drunken man on the train 
mutters to himself

Sunday night’s full moon
gleams white in the chilly air—
laughing partiers

*

Speeding over roofs
on a train after sunrise—
the redheaded trees

Silhouettes of two
socks in a shaded window—
walking in the rain

Stain of a shadow
on a sunlit red brick wall—
big curly tree head

*

A cello swelling
in the fluorescent belly
of a train station

For George Carlin:

Earth suddenly shrugs
Man off its back, thanking us
for all the plastic



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Hey Big Eyes

Hey Big Eyes you spy the prize and realize
This paradise is not so nice—don’t seem surprised!
What do you do? They’ll tell you to see just it through
Play it cool and pay your dues—no way you’ll lose

Just remembering them
You can see it again

Remember friend so many men have seen the sham
It’s old as man—forget it and it’s here again
I don’t know the way to go but I am sure
Other men have also been where I am

Just remembering them
You can see it again

(Those shadows creeping all around your door
 Oh how long can they remain
 To stain what keeps you keeping on?
 Will they ever be gone?)

One night I’d been in the wind and saw something
A crackling wire sparkling light into the sky
The sparks joining the stars up there in heaven then
A crackling wire sparkling light one winter night

Just remembering them
You can see it again



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Flashes 23

Addressing
oneself
as “my friend”

Meditation  =  not
forcing my mind
into areas

You can
only control
you

*

Singing
is his
yoga

Did the driver
just announce this stop
as “Run Of Jewels”?

His
deliberate
shoes

*

“I don’t want
fame—I want
to get down!”

Tattoos:
illusions
of permanence

Pretty girl
with soupy
eyes

*

Pricing
everything
out of reach

They haven’t discovered
what matters
yet

Thrills that are never
as good as you
thought they would be



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8 Haiku

Out of a shadow
cat crosses a lamp-lit street
into a shadow

Against foggy skies—
little dog white, she in blue,
and the poop bag green

Shadows of the ferns
waving to the breezy ferns
from a train’s window

*

Grey sea and grey sky—
a calligraphy of gulls
rippling in the wind

Pretty little cat
eyeing me as she prances,
leads me to her dish

Crackling transformers
on telephone poles toss sparks
into starry skies

*

Efforts of these gulls
flapping against a weak breeze—
autumn afternoon

Crescent moon lying
on its back like a rowboat
in a starry sea



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Can't Reach You There

I’m going away
I’m going away
This place has got me beat
You know I just can’t stay
It’s all a big mistake
I’ve got to get away

I’m not the man
I’m not the man
Who can just fit right in
To their little plan
And when they know that I can’t
I’m on the run again

I’m in the way
I’m in the way
And they’ve got a job to do
That’s what they say
They made the place strict and straight
And aim to keep it that way

They’ve drawn the line
They’ve drawn the line
There’s nothing that I can do
To ever change their minds
I’ll slip away in the night
And leave them all behind

And so I go
And so I go
If you’ve ever felt like me
Then I know you know
And sometimes when we meet
I feel like I’m home

But friend beware
They’re everywhere
They’d chase you out of your skin
On a whim I swear
Where’s the love you keep way down deep?
They can’t reach you there



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Crack in the Ceiling

Poetry by Thomas Radwick

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