Neither instinct nor plan
Nor will
Nor wish
Can make what is become not
At your device lies a devious tool
Changing your habit of thought
I Guess Yes
Now comes the shake
My hands
You asked about
Whence comes the shimmy
Our pulse
We dreamed about
But comes the shutter
My eyes
I feared about
Poets’ Portion
Sundown now
Deciding to continue
Into the pitch
Deciding he’d a reason
Her he could not love
His fate only
For she has none
And it is well
Executrix
Tell me what to do
I’ll whisper sweet denials
All the livelong Day
Haiku on Home
This one meant everything to me, at the time and still two years later. I am reminded I tried.
What of Nirvana
It seems you try to suffer
‘though you see true North
Lexicon Rebel
There isn’t the wise heart
Inside this frame
Able to end Something
With correct words and proper punctuation
What grammar class rebel
With words for the dispose
Doesn’t know the greatest way
To say goodbye is with the first kiss;
Single Punch: A Haiku
I saw no courage
On your tongue or in your eyes
Accusers of mine
Failing
The cut has come on strong as I am strong
The red flows more fast than I am fast
The inhale cannot pace with the exhale
The color fades too far into the pale
The heart don’t yet know what it ought know
Fine, Fine, Fine
One dangerous day this has been
People are drowning
To my naïve eyes
I thought to reach in
Then found that they’re fine
I am thankful but drowning my friend
Mama Super
Where I find my trouble
At this time of the Day
Wanting my bones to matter
To someone’s outstretched hand
Then oft’ times if there’s time
Throughout the Dayiong dance
Comes the wish to walk it off
In most unorthodox shoes
When I pour the Day’s last tea
The mild then seems hard
But as the lights come off I speak
Unnecessarily aloud, I did that
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