Seisku.

It’s a thing that I,

am unable to reign in…

this controlled substance.

 

A big dream that I,

turned tables to fit into…

singular instance.

 

Compelled by the skies,

I’m formerly an eagle…

eyeing my justice.

 

Wings that don’t quite fly,

eating scraps with the seagulls…

buried my cutlass.

 

It’s something that I,

will not default to again…

authentic semblance.

 

A thorn in my side,

an erroneous emblem…

demolished remnants.

 

Carcass – A Haiku in Four Stanzas.

Void are the words spat,

from the mouths of the elite;

ugliness in speech.

Green is the standpoint,

of pseudo-democracy;

liberties gone weak.

Lost is a future,

Trumped  fading reason,

A carcass for a hairpiece;

“Make it great again”.

Political filth,

Spread amid such poverty;

Serves not a purpose.

Step off the soapbox,

Nobody wants to get clean;

Lathered in those suds.

No Second Date – A Haiku.

What part of the words,
deathly afraid of spiders“,
don’t you understand?

…There will be no second date, you fucking moron.

We.

The weather has turned,
into a Rogue of Nature;
surprising us all…

the oceans standstill,
the deserts seeping moisture;
confusing our minds…

a wind with no chill,
a sun that shines ruthlessly;
burning our eyelids…

but the carbon-based,
sentient beings of “we”;
still staunchly refuse to see.

Hangman’s Blood.

He sat, legs out-stretched;
his drink, known as Hangman’s Blood…
he wore exhaustion…

“I’m a Jar-head, Babycakes…”
blue diamond eyes, a match strikes;
“Of course I still smoke…”

sports bright twinkly stars,
eyes: adorned by shrapnel scars…
lives for deployment…

he carries no clue;
beyond decorative brass…
of how deeply he is adored…

A career Sand-Tank Gunner;
my first Love, look at you now…
I still see so much fire in you.

Decomp.

Each day’s sunrise shines;
against history’s version;
of what is my truth.

And what is my truth…?
according to Father Time,
it is a sad one.

From one, come many;
more sad truths to give names to;
bloated by decomp.

Skin – whitened with time;
a centuries-old rag doll;
missing arm and eye…

Carried off downstream;
against a fatal current;
chased by my nightmares.