Untitled SoC 01I light this morning's cigarettebreak in my palms gonnaone day kick this lip-bittenmemory of home and fastfood junkie hipster pop-cultivated mainstreamofconciousnessfeeling I get when I seeher teeth glint through afrown her gown reminds meof the town I used to livein full of ants and facelesslies to my ignorant eyes ofhow a culture swabs itsfilthy four-dollar shot glasspanic attacks on the war oncrime being a state ofmind-numbing back-pat patrolmenlooking to cash-in their druggiefriend next-door to thecave of misbehavior swampedwith interior desolation andmisappropriated smiles that stringtheories of grandeur mud flatsslatted together like brick-builtmortarboard coffeeshop employeescollecting to exit their fees anddebts neglected since theireducations death warranted forarrest of intelligence and apiece of paper signed awayall intents for regret; unlessthe rent is too much stressthat rest is only between my fluidbreath and the nextcigarette.
Western Haiku 04I've stared at the sun,seen all that I could not see;yet you are still here.
Haikus from OblivionWhat will remain of me? On the altar of death where I lost everything, cold doesn't affect me anymore -My cigarette dies firstQue restera-t-il de moi ?Sur l'autel de la mort où j'ai tout perdu, le froid ne m'atteint plus -Ma cigarette meurt la premièreDressed in blackUnder the dew I stare at the sky filled with birdsWhere my husband is flyingHabillée de noirJe contemple sous la rosée le ciel rempli d'oiseauxLà où mon mari vole Desire to return to oblivion -Near the river, the white sound of snow dispels these wicked thoughtsAnd my life takes overEnvies de retour à l'oubli -Près du fleuve, le bruit blanc de la neige chasse ces vilaines penséesEt ma vie reprend son cours
behind a thin veildevils and angelswatching the ways of the worldpowerful beingsconstrained by expectationsand by their innate natureshow they must wonderat man's mutabilitysuch wild strange creaturestangled in passion and timewhatever was god thinkingthis tired world goes onwith guidance or without itdevils and angelsfinding it more difficultto even pretend to care
Giftblown-glass paperweighta planet held in my palmmy own little world
Viewpointflea-bitten felinescratching a living out backgrungy pest to somethrough my window’s grimy glasshe’s perceived as free to me
*Rain*Rain and wind conspiredAutumn showed a spiteful faceSoaked and blown alongUmbrella inside outWeary, sorry for myself.Delice194119.10.14
take a stepevery dayis a new dayto beevery dreamis a new dreamto dreamevery thoughtis a new thoughtto thinkevery wayis a new wayto learntake a stepit's anothernew day[a spark fromcoraajna ]
The Train is ComingDown at the station,Waiting for the final train.People come and go,Their baggage on the platformSome prefer to travel light.[a spark from coraajna ]
062. Irregular OrbitYes maybe and no,Your irregular orbitTakes you high and low!
measuring the timenight or nearly solight and darkness balancingthe scales are tipping
Western Haiku 02The train rides emptyit creates the wind, you see.O, whisper to me.
The train rides emptyit creates the wind, you see.O, whisper to me.