You’ve got fuel for this fodder
Not a Day you don’t pour it on
Pyromaniac old man, you are
I can fly and soar
I can glow and burn
On my own just fine, thank you
Upstairs Downstairs
I reached
Told you what you couldn’t hear
Scarred you are and far from me
Far too far from me
And I, I fear
Saturated
Society’s lies
Saturated
Society’s lies
The Plan
I suppose that you are made of stealth pilot stuff
You see me as commanding from strong eagle wing
I’ll prove how your heart is stronger for its freefall
You affirm my pain-filled flight has not stolen hope
workman
i count the Lies
discarded so effortlessly
They float like feathers
from Your lips
and are my bible
i count the Zeros
carved painstakingly
They scar like stains
on my skin
and are Your poiēma
Mutual
No almanac, none oracle
Nor history’s siren scream
But distraction, escapism
Forecasts the darkest dream
The future finds us lonely, friend
Though close is what we want
While we commune with empty eyes
As solitary haunts
Want: A Haiku
Our actions, absent
Our language, lacking goodness
Why do we not care?
Last Drop: A Haiku
And love, life and breath
And all I’ve never grasped for
Are fleeting, I know
Am Loved
I am at rest there
In that small space
That dazzling place
Away
The rest of the world
Keep your small-talk
Your Earth-bound walk
Away
Ruin
Fitful sleep
A desperate kind
Days walking drenched
Evidencing innocense
I, asking Why
You, lifelong rain
his: a haiku
i your beloved
i was invisible then
i am forever
