

Not The End: Our Haiku
I died at your hand
I resurrected myself
I told my story
Things in Threes: Our Haiku


Through


Our Song: Our Haiku
I am the sing-song
Embedded in your lost heart
I am your soul-song

Thing One
Before daybreak today
I heard their nervous flutter-breaths
The false adages
For, they knew — they always knew
Today I would abandon them
To save myself
Awakening
To fears, that wished I’d believe I was late
Or not good enough to show up in the first place
Back-talking
To Lies, that tried to infiltrate my wake-up thoughts
Would I recognize today was mine to do with as I pleased?
The gods allowed me sleep yester-eve’
The calendar delivered colors this morn’
Thus, my green eyes
Beheld true-blue skies
And animals came to instruct me
Before daybreak today

Tea Leaves
Cooperation
on occasion
there was, I recall
With attention
— dare I mention —
to the most primal instinct of all
But love
what of love
thusly, here the poem ends
For one cannot
and one ought not
use, abuse, and pretend

Jokes: Their Haiku

Stuck
This is no Northern Lights
Some Heaven-made magnetization
Just particles collided, we
Trauma-charged
Bonded
This is no Home Sweet Home
Though fires burn in us
For in our eyes we see
Never land, and
Invalidating mothers
This is no You & I
Each Saviors, for we can’t
It’s you
It’s me
The Devil we know better

Fluorescence
As light on eagle’s wings
You and I shone no more alone
Us, a part
Of one grand lumen
A candelabra
An abracadabra
Were we
*****
Separated particles now
Conjuring ended
Never again to sense
Green and feathery fingertips
Glow gone
Darkness in your midst
Did I reach you
