Haiku Triptych

drop a dollar on the bar tonight for me tomorrow we die. Funeral pyre of drinks gone to far tomorrow we fly. Empty nest syndrome she worries about her heart tomorrow black eyes.

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Battle ship greyI’d like to chip that paint awayfrom my January skyto show the peaceful blueunder which I used to love you.I’d like to love a new –may I nowor shall I wait?I wish to knowmy little heart’s fate.

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Out on the horizon where the sky dances with the earth, I spent last night dreaming of a love that passed through this life with all the chances of an everyday For possibilities infinite. What blessing is it to know the stranger you will love         again and again?

Wondering Lonely

You (in all your glory) have me (in my submissive posturing) wondering about you and your glory and how that might be just me wishing you were an angel, sent from somewhere to save me from something that I might never know about, here to alleviate this profound loneliness (oozing) from too many nights alone, … Read moreWondering Lonely

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