Something about 6 thirty
A.M.
Coffee calling
Birds beckoning
You
Something about 10 minutes
Absent-mindedly
Clutching comfort
Begin burning
Me
Song at the ready
Matchstick in hand
In harmony
Afire for it
We
Tag Archives: Burn
Unreal Haiku
The sun scorns its shine
The tree denounces its shade
The bridge burns its ends
Already Antiquated
You’ve got fuel for this fodder
Not a Day you don’t pour it on
Pyromaniac old man, you are
I can fly and soar
I can glow and burn
On my own just fine, thank you
Usurped
Into my eyeballs
And the brain that commands them
Into my heart
And the fingertips that can’t quite be
Into the gritting of my teeth
You etched words
To Amuse
What more did you foresee my sweet
What I would burn
As the early sun hiding shone on nonetheless
Was it a known or a guess
Say how you strived to see to the future
This humble talk
I am owed your victorious regale
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