This Poet's Dream

These are the fluid lines that spill forth…

Month: May, 2015

Haiku #66

A quick disregard
Mouth, fingers, tantalizing
Day passes again


Route 66

A lust ruses the senses
Rushes the receptors with
Too much fun
Too much blood
Too many chemicals
Too few promises kept

Japanese Death Poem

Anger still resides in me
Waiting for the wrong moments
To spill out
From lips pursed with every ounce of strength
The morning is the most difficult
Waiting for the feeling that I am not alone again

Haiku #65

You spoke carelessly
About my spark of fire
Light eclipsed by dark