Like Palm Trees: A Haiku

Poetic I weave
I weave deep into my grand
My grand delusion

Blue Oil: A Haiku

That picture, taken
Hangs in someone’s heart elsewhere
But I keep searching

The grand truths they tell
The sparkle when they see me
I want, need your eyes

Silver together
Fueled onward by true-blue love
And Big Bird yellow

I want you Hemi
Coming straight to me livin’
On fumes and on hope

’tis mid-day soon, love
And the sun so far away
Oh what will I do

The absurdity
She the Raven, he the dove
Both forever birds

He holding black quill
White linum betwixt her beak
A loonish event

I walk this way, for
I’m hoping to spill happy
all over this place.

i love you, complex,
uncomplicated daylight.
shine on in my life.

When they’re done with you
When they’ve peeled themselves away
Find my hand again