Juice: A Haiku

The grapefruit content
In its pale-pink, amber hue
Never needed orange

First Day: A Haiku

Let it rain, damn it
Let it rinse clean each sole thing
Let it unite us

You are not my God.
You royal son of someone.
I won’t kneel to you.

Of the Love professed
I’ve no cause to stake a claim
On its battlefield

Wingless, yet in flight
Yellow bird, break not my heart
Trust ye, the terroir

They don’t see the end
They see the continuum
They who are victors

I miss suit shopping
Though I was never needed
I miss choosing ties

Not denied my eyes
Told my heart to go to hell
That’s what I’d have done

Cast my thoughts away.

You. Always you. Always you.

Would I were a witch.

Since you linger here

I will write you far away

Each and every day