You have not sweet-talked a comet
Stared into the eyes of the stars
Nor courted planets
Made love to the vast
Or watched a new galaxy birthed
You have become one with The Universe
Thorns
I cast my eyes in desperation
Seeking your final name
A human name
Groomed, I am, and unready to tell
Heave up your boundaries for me
Little-minded boundaries
Bordered by thistle and thorn
That somehow, somehow are blessed!
Validate me in accordance with your mood
Judge my flowers and fruit
Negate all I know is the truth
All I know is the truth
Made New: A Haiku
Cold Blood
Ascending
In three years too much
Of my ascending pain
Did I shortchange the machine
If I bared enough skin
As I suspect I did
Did I play fast and loose at the game
In the gamble of life
With the risk I embraced
Did I fail to take The One last chance
If the mountains would cry
They would echo my “No”
Did I fail to drink of unseen truths
Exhilarant: A Haiku
Black Granite
I could never get these counters clean
enough
Stone cold, loud, black granite
Flecked with all my faults
I could never make them gleam bright
Enough, now
Everything that touched those surfaces
Shattered and still makes my hands bleed
Resolve: A Haiku
The museum day
The depths of the seas
The blessings besides
The all we ought know
The denial of
The streets of the old world
The electric pathways of the new
The prehistoric exaggeration
The twilight of humanity
The noise within
The danger without
The nonsensical breakfast
The nonexistent dinner
The this was too much
The please I need more







