To give my green eyes
To replace them with the blues
To put down my pen
Debris
Tonight courage and I
Stared into the night sky
And decided the fleeing we saw
Was something
And nothing now
Only the trail of a goodbye star
Hailed
Your forehead and chin
A different tilt
Your voice not in stereoThe taxis are out there
But miss you somehow
Your hailed from where they won’t go
Queen & King
They
Proclaim good and light
They
Shapeshift in circles
They
Want
They
Love them so
They
Do don’t they
They
Make no account
Mary
That cocoon
It seems small
But with promise it shines
Since you seek, you’ll find room for your wings
Each blue moon
Back you’ll crawl
It means nothing at all
Take a time, ponder up all these things
No To The Storm: A Haiku
The whitest of truths
A moment pregnant to heal
The blackest of hearts
How To
Sweat-frothed shoulders, ready for more
Fieriness coursing through veins
Crazy eyes, kicked up heels, bitless mouth
Lust for life weaved through wild manes
fool me
The big talk
And any glitter
What early signs of a smile
Framing eased eyes
Tilled under now
Deep
Don’t think
It’ll grow
Black Whole
Zero
Anti
Null
Void
Naught
Is
All
This
Must
Mean
December 13, 2016: A Haiku
While boundaryless
There was nothing, there was need
There was disaster
