Cemetery Haiku

the spirits greet me
passing the cemetery
a flock of sparrows

I look at the time 

but it’s later than we think 

a crack of thunder 

the winds mournful sound

perhaps it’s an omen, no?

the great mystery 

Galaxy 1 & 2

black and 10 foot tall
satellite tv dish
Galaxy 1, Galaxy 2

come in come in

satellites

millions of miles away 

on their beam

pointing up 

at the heavens 

or some such place

signals from space

bouncing off stars

constellations 

to me me me

movie channels 

other verboten feeds

not supposed to see

out of market sports 

good days of

giving it to the man

free free free

alas, all good things 

come to an end 

scrambled feeds

like bad eggs

now being served 

on the dish

fee fee fee

no longer useful

obsolete 

out of fashion

no one’s wearing 

those clothes anymore 

rusting away 

in the outdoor closet 

Harvest Moon Haiku

walking in the night
under the bright harvest moon

electricity 

stars are shining bright 

a chill is in the fall air

bats fly overhead 

the sun has now set

hello moonbeam; my true friend 

my one confidant