Haikus are cop-outs;
no real substance and/or thought,
just numb excuse poems.
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Your anger is hot,
pooled, frozen acid on flesh
galvanized like steel.
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You believe you were
told somewhere along the line
that you do exist.
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You can’t forget that
demons need exercise too;
let them run again tonight.
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Rules are meant to break:
glass and bones and laws and down.
Rabbit holes feather.
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Within your soul’s soul
rabbit spiral quiet dark
machete falling.
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Psychic doubt is back.
...to back to back to back to...
business booming low.
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Underground moisture,
creeping into bones like mold,
your rabbit decays.
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Spring, flowers and dance;
sun warmth, on fly’s beating wings.
Live and die too fast.
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Hungry olives growl,
soft, and panther black, like oil
except the sky's blue.
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Bright over raw sand
sea shifting low dunes drift by
your mother's closed eyes.
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Warm, dirt-tangle roots
an eyelash in your right eye--
you are not crying.
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LOUD crash of hubris;
wave goodbye, then charge the surf.
Defy its silence.
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Gasp: breathe deep rabbit.
Beat your heart where the home is.
Do you have a home?
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Raise your right hand and
repeat after me: be free.
Just don't disobey.
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Twitch at dissonance;
run, tunnel faster, blink now
thump, devil quiet.
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Pure distilled instinct;
not fang, or fear, but laughter...
nervous in the dark.
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Shadow to the wall
around the corner slow down
don't want them to hear.
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You listen to that
(no tremors follow your fear),
that pulsing faint glow.
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Desperate your hope,
though diamond venom quickens,
drips the need to move.
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Iced creep in white veins
soft. Fur on frozen roses;
a beautiful death?
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No. Run. Now. RUN!
You can't live, but die ******* trying;
hope is full of spite.
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Heart pounds, the door drips
blood and limps away ignored.
Listen to them grin.
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Leap rift, run without
thinking; forget crisp sunlight
draped across water.
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This is your movie
and you sound like your parents
you want, you blink now.
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She's ******* someone
and she likes it a lot more;
they **** like rabbits.
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Boots erupt water
around town, yellow ankles;
youth just felt so long.
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Plastic bag covers
your bike seat, and then your face
swimming in the sink.
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Broken dreams wither,
yet still you remember just
reflecting on fear.
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Do you exist yet?
You just can't count on some things,
like words, tricking you.
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Lost in these tunnels,
the walls of your house collapse,
memory in heaps.
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Soft surf wets your socks;
your legs ache with reckoning
but can't run their course.
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Fenceposts in the snow,
stark the wind, howling, all rage,
biting your hot flesh.
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The hate is back now
you can't breathe, all your
hope has expired.
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Chin water sun eyes
wine glass fragments of concrete
dry throat, blood, scream, moon.
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Waiting now, behind
within meaning, without hope;
fresh red footprints air.
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Waiting, still, to die
as always, poorly informed
you don't see an end
Some hate this poem. Fact.