it fell of my tongue
rum .dark meat , greet, a hands shake
we did split the tip
Haiku
Bird focused on prey
Dives four-hundred feet quickly
falls fastly asleep
entry 1.1
in the lunch room
a weekend fraternizing
intermittent squawks
–
entry 1.2
tornado thrown
unwanted or exalted
dread is a stone
–
entry 1.3
a Tuesday famine
soaked unknown dignity
still driving our thirst
–
entry 3
spoon fed pain
on a city of pleasure
nursed catacombs
the half point never known
but always longed and toiled for
–
entry 4
southern fried 김치
repetitious recipes
dusk-dawn offerings.
–
outro
7 fifty-five
A.M. wake up call
Spanish fly sorrows
in the lunch room
a weekend fraternizing
intermittent squawks
–
entry 1.2
tornado thrown
unwanted or exalted
dread is a stone
–
entry 1.3
a Tuesday famine
soaked unknown dignity
still driving our thirst
–
entry 3
spoon fed pain
on a city of pleasure
nursed catacombs
the half point never known
but always longed and toiled for
–
entry 4
southern fried 김치
repetitious recipes
dusk-dawn offerings.
–
outro
7 fifty-five
A.M. wake up call
Spanish fly sorrows
_ᵃ
some grapes are sweeter
rough beads of a punch drunk thirst
meatless silk skin jags
_ᵇ
goulashes dashed 2 work
the maddening heap of slush
sweaty faced time clock
_ᶜ
alone one will ache
together she will shake
if your care you are sad
if your dont you are glad!
to get a room, with a view
with a crowd or the pew
walk away, fuck the play
or shake! is worth the stay
_ᵈ
listen as they circle
hiding behind street corner post
‘tween the excitement
_ᵉ
floppy eared straight shoot
and a lopsided beat beat
we drank the nights notes
some grapes are sweeter
rough beads of a punch drunk thirst
meatless silk skin jags
_ᵇ
goulashes dashed 2 work
the maddening heap of slush
sweaty faced time clock
_ᶜ
alone one will ache
together she will shake
if your care you are sad
if your dont you are glad!
to get a room, with a view
with a crowd or the pew
walk away, fuck the play
or shake! is worth the stay
_ᵈ
listen as they circle
hiding behind street corner post
‘tween the excitement
_ᵉ
floppy eared straight shoot
and a lopsided beat beat
we drank the nights notes
- Calm and Cute
- Night Cute
calm the demeanour
crowd quickening to the keep
they cry for their king
when she bored, she my name
but she not there.
her veils swirl around me
but shes not there.
but she not there.
her veils swirl around me
but shes not there.
when shes happy, she my claim
but she not here
she dances to goddess
but she is not here.
when edges cut atmosphere
supposed stories reappear
I hear the moans of despair
winds whistle through my hair.
when she willin she my dame
but she not here
when she cornered, shes my game
but shes not there.
All five bets are off
Rain long as seasons short
friends change like raindrops
Isabelle on my
lips, this mornings aroma
thoughts hints of the East
lips, this mornings aroma
thoughts hints of the East



