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.
10/14/14As Autumn leaves lapse Likewise I, shall thus embrace Death - my doting friend
Giftblown-glass paperweighta planet held in my palmmy own little world
*Rain*Rain and wind conspiredAutumn showed a spiteful faceSoaked and blown alongUmbrella inside outWeary, sorry for myself.Delice194119.10.14
on realitywho would want to touchreality anyway.it's too slippery,deceitfully uncertain,you never know where it's been![something ArwynandCole said]
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 ]
Florida FallColored leaves,Seen here and there.Beauty!
cope with itcannot sleepbones and brain creakmake verse
Miyoji (Midnight Rain)midnight rainI too was oncethe sea
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 ]
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.