poet tic

i’m not a poet

i sighed

i am a poem

keen to read the sighs

.

haiku

down

up to my elbows

unable to describe ~ in

need of a fresh page

.

haiku

where can I get

Haiku

.

an airplane ticket

to the place where his poems

come from? sky written

Sky walks

Haiku

.

i tread carefully

in case the words he scattered

were meant for my toes

leaving planets

Haiku

.

i find i like to

write poems to you who is

unknown on my earth

I go out

Haiku

.

I go out for a

poem without shoes on; it’s

a barefoot poem

n.b

you know who it’s meant

for

it passes time

Haiku

.

i fill each line of

my notebook with gibberish,

babbling brooks & fish

it adds something to my life

Haiku

.

you gave me a word.

i put it inside a poem.

does that mean it’s mine?