Yellow Bombs: A Haiku

Since you must pomp then
Carnage with a strategy
Wield integrity

Truth Time: A Haiku

Today seems tangled
Truth is spun with x-ray eyes
Time is telling tales

Tell yourself today
The great mystery of you
You’ll live at long last

now let’s do this thing
she pled with fading green eyes
to the fleet of foot

I no longer care
The words or whether they come
I seek just godspeed

Amp’d up yes we are
Adrenaline will spark us
Passion will keep us

My silvery arms
Around your back-lit shoulders
This is all we need

It’s no good habit
When your heart’s way, way West and
Far East is your chest

These dazzling creatures
Waiting for that “shoe to drop”
God, don’t let them fall

Will you touch his hand

Oh will you please touch his hand

Please just touch his hand