hands holding

while there’s a finger

of guilt the hand remains a

fist

though we hold on

.

haiku

sweet guilt

mouth full of butter

cream crumbs melting into guilt.

where to spit it out…?

.

haiku

missus

i miss you i wish

i didn’t remember the

good bits i bit off

.

haiku

backward butterfly

emerge as version

of hungry caterpillar

weekly sad / fatter

.

haiku

oasis mess

they’ll carry cactus

damage in their mouths

melons as sweet hurt

as well

.

haiku

…a shower

at the car wash rush

at a stranger’s car fully

clothed ; only chance for…

.

haiku

is it a crime?

was i guilty of

teenage hormones tuned to sins

animal intents

.

haiku

won’t vii

emptied words empty

spaces in separate hearts ghost

echo lonely paths

.

haiku

won’t iv

if I wait til death

do us part, will wind through bones

speak our final ills

.

haiku

won’t iii

rumours formed under

current troubled to silt but

shiny on surface

.

haiku