If the Earth did turn, that the Sun seemed to rise this morn’Next: A Haiku
If she wore red heels
It’s possible he’d look twice
There’s no way to know
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For, if she’s alive
Or has died in some desert
He couldn’t care less
Snowing Now
How would one say this most tenderly
Having taken a chance, a first step
Towards a clean slate
Brushed clean the old optimist’s talk of hoping to give one’s whole heart
For one’s whole life
An offer of a lifetime
Open hands held
Shaking for oh, so, long
Waiting crazy patient
Retracted now, reality calls
How should I say this most tenderly, liar
Enjoy the ride South
As you watch me
Enjoy the ride
Skinny: A Haiku
Not a nobody
To be regarded as such
Not then, now, ever
Tutelage of Me
Gazing past you
Seeking solace in the wint’ry blue, that I might not be forced to look at you
Teacher
Distractor
Attempted diminisher
Before your tutelage of me, recall
Blank pages you were
Poor and lonely were you
Now, you’ve your green
What I was born with, you have stolen and will die with, you pray
But, we know what we know
As does God


100!!: A Haiku
Spilling Out
Imagine
Words building a ceiling
Slowly
Taking in hand an instrument
Carving in tender skin
Mantras
Misery you wouldn’t wish
Back upon the speaker
Tormented
Themself so clearly already
Spilling out is all they know
Survive
Thank God: A Haiku
Your heartbeat, heartbeat
The last truth you said to me
My ear to your chest
The Ask
I know what I want
Should I first ask to depose the light?
Let it chase me round and round
Me — play hard to get?
But at this point in human history
For what purpose?
With time unubiquitous
If not now, when?
With stars and firmament acting finite
To what end?
