Last Song 

Dissonant in rapport, 

Your instrument of judgment

And now this song ends. 


Skin makes memories…

It’s ok, this too shall pass.

I’m just heartbroken. 

Truth and the Nightmare

Please my love, wake me. 

Tell me this is all nightmares,

That you are not lost. 

Haiku of the Fruitless Wait

Twenty years you’ve stood,

Just waiting on that corner.  

Wishing they would come.

Haiku for the Discarded 

Here little orphan, 

Here is all the love I have.

Even that for me.  

Hunting Bares

I want to be born from the beauty of dead things. 

Not bound to a vessel that’s dying. 

Let’s go hunting. 

World Divided 

Voice raw with pleading,

Divided by heart’s cages. 

Reach through and touch me. 

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