fleeting

something like terror

mirrored in eyes meeting grief

brief in divorce room

.

haiku

red, red

ragged laughter ripped

from lubricated throats, men

form late-night dog-packs

.

haiku

crack-up

close da curtains, love

ain’t lettin’ ‘im back in

love comes thru da cracks

.

haiku

lemon grass

like grass pushing through

concrete

fears

poke through

so i

brew tea from them too

.

haiku

gently,

in the aftermath,

i pat myself and ask, am

i okay ? am i ?

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haiku

can’t . quite . grasp

what’s the word for scared ?

of intimacy ? something ?

prevents hand-holding

.

haïku

glimpse

the yellow lights shone

through darkness’ bones and flesh

flashing oily death

.

haiku

pay up

they charge you quite a

lot to travel out of hell

still …. get the fuck out!

.

haiku

look front instead

my back seems boned of you

your spiny words embedded

dread saw me as jelly

.

haiku

awareness while

my ancient brain hunts

for danger ( still ~ in stillness )

there’s inner power

.

haiku