February Haiku #3

The rhythm of it
The rope ends hitting the floor
The peace returning 

Miller/Nin

I thought
I wanted the Miller/Nin
Grand romance
Immortalised
Upon the pages
Never out of print
But I tasted it
And found it rank
And now
All I want
Is quiet
Black coffee
And for someone
To read me

Spoons

Nights like these
I remember wellness
And sneer
At my own innocence
Surrendered so swiftly
I never heard it
Say goodbye
And now
The pain is so loud
All I can hear
Is sorrow

February Haiku #2

Gone dreaming with Monk
Blue notes flicked into stardust
Skies darker than sleep

Destination

How much simpler
It would be
To want 
To be someone's
One and only
How much easier
It would be
To wish
To be someone's
Destination
The last dinner date
The last butterflies
In the belly
Waiting for them
To respond
The last I Love You
How much simpler
It would be
But I wasn't made for this
I was made for
The hard road

Drag

Melancholy 
Has a rhythm
A drone 
Dragging its way
Through each tendon
From toenails
To temples

February Haiku #1

Apples and feathers
Codebreakers from the inside
Telling my future