a haiku

.Float.
Floating in calm sea
tea bag brewing laid back stance.
Worries bleed away.

sad haikus

.BloodiedShirt.
Punches pour down please
privileged to feel something.
Gutter rotting soul.

.FriendRequest.
I see you again
is it my time now old friend?
Noose tightens hard.

All's Said and Fallen

Secrets smuggled still unheard
in matchboxes
lashed tightly under lit lanterns.
watch them rise as flickering birds
reflected in the dead eyes of curious foxes.

Scream out your frequency
aim up at the sky.
Stopped dead by the verbal boundary
reflected back down to me.

Show me the night sky
where wished laidened
shooting stars come to die.
show me the dead souls
we're unable to console.

Whispers carried in the forest
treeline branches
snagging ambush cut open the loudest.
herded back down to those so biased
those who remain scatter our forgotten ashes.

Scream out your frequency
aim up at the sky.
Stopped dead by the verbal boundary
reflected back down to me.

Show me the night sky
where wished laidened
shooting stars come to die.
show me the dead souls
we're unable to console.

pour one more

Pour the salt on
I said yeah, pour the salt on.
My broken heart still bleeds
dying from what it needs.
I said pour the salt on
I'm done.

Pour me a large one
I said yeah, pour me a large one.
Bye bitter tasting mouth
slipping further south.
Pour me a large one
I'm moving on.

Load my gun slowly
I said load me up slowly.
no chamber spared empty
no coward you'll see.
Load my gun slowly
this misery.