It’s what it looks like to meTry to Fly
I find things
I find them
Light-filled things
Touchable
Teachable
And not
Sometimes
Always
ito: The Haiku
To keep you pretty
I make a mess of myself
I ought let you fly
Better
This morning in wondering
Wandering thoughts
If I, in your stead
Tough and stuff
Stepped into your shoes
Learned and all
Walked up to me
Enlightened as you are
And took it all back
Reversed course
Been soft
Apologized properly
Loved Actually
What then?
So I did this
For you
For me
For I have become what I was
But better, baby
Better
Only
When love won’t leave you
And asks, “Why should I?”
All audacious and unapologetic and such
Promising glow
Yet demanding descent into grey
Leave behnd the toxic whirr
Walk away from someday
Glinda: A Haiku
Eternal sure eyes
Champion in the making
Omnipresent sneer
Poinsettias in January
I,
Like you,
I like you
Crazy brother
Closet open
Boots and books astrewn
Making up
Many words
Like I do
I like
You
Course
This beautiful crash
The pieces
The woman
Unrecognizable
And there will be a void
The would-be help
Capitalized: The Haiku
A vision of you
Knighted, with the letter “K”
Not the letter “N”
Peel
Tonight has been on the horizon
A reigning in of the Darkness
Some strange, familiar one
An actual other
Seeking to strangle The Light
See we beyond borders
See we hope
And unable to let go of it
Be away you will
Familiar stranger
