Shitty Haiku.

Today I wrote shitty Haiku,
another 5,7,5 – of home brew
another gaggle of lines,
strung within the confines,
another glimpse at how poorly I do.
Yesterday I made cupcakes,
fit to kill or thrill on the intake
another subconscious way,
to pass the hours away,
a means of digesting my fate.
At one time I dreamed naively,
of my pen filling paper with poetry
under signs of duress,
stood in line like the rest,
for words that never came to me.
Someday I may come to stand,
in the foreground waving a hand
just look at me now,
broken all the way down,
as solid and proud as I am.

Misery’s Metronome.

I find that often

during times

when I reflect

back down the line

A saddening

has indeed been

a constant thing

to cruelly

pre-define

a trend

in the bending

of a tragedy

misery’s timeline

when I look

more closely

at the heavy

weighing down

dragging the line

of my ever-darkening

own, grown legacy

the only thing

then, that truly seems

left for me

to dare perceive

as belonging to me

to conceive or believe

as I also lose

and also find

my mind, in time

I find that

I’m at borderline

just temporarily

it’s all so clear

fleeting moments

fully aware

heavy torment

I can hardly bear

the darkness here

or the sunshine there

I always sink

atonement

beyond every brink

fathomless

bottomless pits

dark omens

where blackness persists

among settling bones

misery’s metronome

tick – tick – tick

within the inner hollow

Life’s slowing drip

no more grip

on tomorrow

the present moment

is all of my sorrow

silt settling on bones

dirt shoveled over

our buried loved ones

a human component

the final atonement

the weight

from the shoulders

too late

and it’s over.

 

 

Nameless.

Lost amid the aimless
inside a place that’s timeless
vast and hollow emptiness
hostage to the heartless
washed up against the nameless
hung to dry with the airless
swinging on the line of the hapless
in a repeated pattern that’s effortless.