Short again: A Haiku
All day yesterday
The word rang around me, “smile”
I cannot force one
Outmoded
Throw me over as an anchor
First, untether me
Cast aside this castaway
Abandon me afterall
To my turmoil, my need
So that you would sail
And should we meet
As ghost-ships might?
May it be as passing
Just Journaling
I will, early, often, and from time-to-time, let it go
And, I swear.
Or, should it be a final, fucking, grand-finale-of-a-thing
I will let it go
Spin: A Haiku
Someday when I spin
It’s your voice and my honor
That is the rhythm
Such As It Is
Today promised me nothing
Fine, because it provoked me bright and early
I sit prostituted
In awe of how I permitted
This practice of us
Unreal Haiku
The sun scorns its shine
The tree denounces its shade
The bridge burns its ends
wife of his youth
Do you remember, before you were born, child, how I was sad a lot, for I, back then, was always the other?
While he, in utmost civil tongue, talked and laughed hard with others and shouted and murdered and silenced the me
I talked to you, “It is okay.” and God would keep us and we three would always, always, always have eachother
God danced with us and I with you when no one else would dance with me…there was always and always another
Read It: A Haiku
God and the poet
What do they own in common
Only the heavens!
Official
She dressed up
Silly little, frilly little
Dress
For him, for her
Can her smile truly know?
Were the days
Was her heart
Not pretty enough?
Why dress up
Why wrap in shining paper
Already there, forever there
Love
The World whispered so
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