a haiku

.LastNight.
Bed sheet contour lines
map last nights expedition.
On the floor we wake.

Wimbledon haiku

.Wimbledon.
'Go on Tim!' One cries,
'Fool! that is Murray playing.'
Britain expects again.

one more haiku

.PoorBin.
Choking bin still sick
throwing up consumers waste.
Recycle more please.

a haiku

.OnTime.
Departing train waits
tired windscreen eyes wiped clean.
Journeys gathered dirt.

a haiku

.Inside.
Looming office lights
planes in holding flight pattern.
Stuck below waiting.

why i stand still

this weight
held by one
unbreakable
strand
pulls me down
further
inside myself.
If i do not
move
it does not
sway,
a pendulum
of heartache.
Back and forth
between melancholy
and hysteria.
my tightening fist
to counteract,
to gain balance
In my fist
lies the remains
of a broken pen,
ink black thoughts
from open wound
run on thick.