Lost Sheep
How long this long walking?
Threshold in illusion’s sight,
Always the cause to stop,
Back track,
Look.
Endless days unfed.
Endless night sleeping,
But in a foreign, unholy land.
No pasture after all, perhaps?
he cannot: a haiku
every mile marker
shares another grand detail
a progressive lie
Unpicked: A Haiku
These beautiful things
When you eat the broken fruit
And next, kiss it whole
Not Someone: A Haiku
Someone else’s sun
I’ll not be a part of it
Invitation-less
best friend
selfish and so wrong
outside for too long
that heaven is shook
that these bones are sunk
that forever I’ll steal you
inside as a thief
guilty and in need
The Sin of Sun
Today
More noticeable
The road’s camber
And beat-down flip-flop wearers
That seem to correspond….
The wish I have to cry
And others’ downturned eyes
More noticeable
Today
Pink
You’ll take away my grey hair, you will. Magically. Replace each one with the perfect shade of pink champagne. And I’ll be sixty like that. And smiling big from our gentle conversations.
You’ll have my willing green eyes, you will. Automatically. Value simple bike rides without analyzing the weather. And the air in your wings. And so what when the rain pelts your seasoned skin?
You’ll battle my worst tendencies, you will. Tragically. Celebrate the good and bad of them. And together, we’ll love the humble. And Conqueror will be your second middle name.
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Shall
An angle you’re at, you are
Do you do it,
Position yourself that way
Knowing, waiting, at long last, for the day
My eyes will recognize the proper approach?
