Category Archives: Haiku

The surf weds the sand they love, then withdraw wet with memory. **** Your once bright spirit I drink like fire water from an empty glass. **** Light gives in to night they make love in the sunset then the … Continue reading →

A toast to English the only language I know so scandalously. **** We’re drunk on language English beer goggles: great, great everything is great. **** It’s cool to be sick today you want to be sick Sick is the new … Continue reading →

I have finally been released from the sane bin on good behavior. **** My hand takes over demanding get back to work even if haiku. **** The great test of life is multiple choice. Answer: all of the above. **** … Continue reading →

Sun’s blind to the moon hears whispers of it through clouds she knows as rumors. **** Clouds cling to the light afraid of what the night will bring not knowing sunrise. **** Smoke from my lungs rise blows kisses around … Continue reading →

Green, red, brown, golden it’s still the maple leaf off the tree or on it. **** The powder of sound magic feeling of music turns hearing to touch. **** Screams in a pillow fabric still smells of your hair time … Continue reading →

This beauty of youth like the first breath of sunrise is burnt by high noon. **** Science gave us bombs it also gave us aspirin this toxic tonic. **** These last swirls of light afraid to give in to night … Continue reading →

Haikus of nature made from the pulp of dead trees blossom on paper. **** From my art teacher: outline your lines so boldly color in lightly. **** Picture the painter abstracting from his own world lost adrift canvass. **** This … Continue reading →

Act One:  Politics Voice electrified making little words sound big the loudest gets heard. **** Act 2:  The Electorate Beer bubbles live, breathe long as the drunk doesn’t drink their spirits away. **** Act 3:  The Voter The birds need … Continue reading →

Turn on this laptop your smile is my screen savor electric sunrise. **** I can’t paint this sky these rain clouds are too heavy to be held by eyes. **** Talk of after life talk about rain tomorrow I’m no … Continue reading →

Whispers forever echo off old canyon walls return to sender. **** The drunk crane flies west chasing a dying sunset stupid drunken bird. **** Poems are all starving words give meaning to book worms book worms feed earth worms. **** … Continue reading →