President's Day Outing

surrealistic
day of bike race, massages,
and execution

not to mention the
sticky bun and hot cocoa,
japanese garden,

tejano music
amidst forest of bamboo,
"follow your dreams" says

the wind chime, as I
walk with my daughters on that
gravel path past koi

dog barking as a cow
strolls twenty feet high in air,
vultures circling

empty store fronts a
result of the flood, or a
convenient excuse

for a bad locale;
pupusas lorocas are
tasty delicious

despite appearance;
finally conquered toll booth,
bane of existence

center lane it says,
as I smile at the toll dude,
while flipping him off

behind the car door;
San Quentin so close to us,
yet so far away

in distance and thought
killed in the guise of justice
in the name of love

Valentine's Haiku

Inconsequential
is this day of Valentine's
which is supposed to

remind me of your
lovely ways; nearly thirteen
years since that day on

the basketball courts
where I professed undying
love for you; so in

honor of our start
as high school sweethearts, let
me say - 143

in pager talk when
cell phones were not yet around
and when we were young