it's not possible.
I think the problem must be-
too much love and hate.
Showing posts with label haiku. Show all posts
Showing posts with label haiku. Show all posts
Sunday, August 7, 2011
Monday, August 1, 2011
travel
Under a blanket
it was at high altitudes
in love or nauseous?
I once held his hand
his touch was so soothing-but
with a lion's face.
and yet his shoulder-
a pillow and his stomach-
a raft, and I sank.
still in a love dream-
state to state to state to state
home behind eyelids.
it was at high altitudes
in love or nauseous?
I once held his hand
his touch was so soothing-but
with a lion's face.
and yet his shoulder-
a pillow and his stomach-
a raft, and I sank.
still in a love dream-
state to state to state to state
home behind eyelids.
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Monday, June 20, 2011
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Sunday, February 27, 2011
repetative haiku
the form will shape me
the sadness creeps as it would-
and the child dies young.
guitar on her hip
she sleeps so very soundly
so the very sound-
the sound will sorround
in her black and red cliche
checkerboard jumping.
they say that no life
is better than one life is-
better than nothing.
disloyal and sad-
there are people in this world-
hopping, leaping mad,
heartaches and toothaches and with
hanging twisted rope
they actually do it.
a reflex kicking
you are only fingers and-
yet you do not grasp-
complete, this is it.
a snowshoe crunches forward.
gone, I am so gone.
the sadness creeps as it would-
and the child dies young.
guitar on her hip
she sleeps so very soundly
so the very sound-
the sound will sorround
in her black and red cliche
checkerboard jumping.
they say that no life
is better than one life is-
better than nothing.
disloyal and sad-
there are people in this world-
hopping, leaping mad,
heartaches and toothaches and with
hanging twisted rope
they actually do it.
a reflex kicking
you are only fingers and-
yet you do not grasp-
complete, this is it.
a snowshoe crunches forward.
gone, I am so gone.
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