The thing 'bout Haikus
when you are on the verge of
something that's deep and

Pale bones corroded,
structured in squares,
sit idly,
and stare.

They always stare.

A lofty bed,
with wrinkled cottons.
Tattered blanket.
Pillows shuffled all aloof.

The curtains are closed.

Her smile can break

A lot of hearts

She's left a lot of hurting

But that hourglass

And that pretty as....er angel

She's already glad

You're flirting

If it won't last long

It's all okay

You can find another pasture

But for that much gain

It's worth some pain

So go ahead and ask her

Cause a perfect ten

In the eyes of men

Makes a sweet night to remember

And you can hope

She'll hit high notes

With such a pleasant timbre

That, that whole scene

Arranged perfectly

Will be a memory for the ages

Or with a microphone

You could make a song

To climb high on Billboard's pages

Aged patina of ivory keys.

Chipped at the corners.
Black and white worn.

Still, as always,
able to coax beautiful notes
From willing keys.

To lighten the mood
or heighten suspense.
Notes tumbling one after another.

Each key, a single note.
When enchanted
able to suspend reality
in concert with its kinsman.

I have to believe
The old saying holds true
the Pen is the mightiest weapon
Because if I stop
to think
And find it's not
I'll surely rot
and stink
I'll be the biggest
Pile of ****
you've ever stepped in.

I have to believe
the old saying holds true
without a Woman I am nothing
Because if I stop
to think
And find it's not
I'll surely sink
into the darkest
Depressed
Sea of Nothing.

Happiness has been degraded to effort,
and depression to undecision.
In a world coming together,
We're left with ourselves as everyone else
And God, I hope the Chinese are learning.

An eighteen month ban and two-thousand-pounds fine?

Don’t accept them.
Take the tamper-evident bag
and go.
Re-wind blood stains from her clothes,
fractures from her bones.
Un-stop her heart from beating,
un-puncture her lungs.
Take from her the understanding
that she’s about to die.
Pay attention.
Un-impact on our lives.
Don’t walk away
with that
sentence.

It’s non-refundable.

We are mesmerized as the purple twilight darkens the day to night
So serene as the sun radiates its last beams of light

The holes in my heart that once reminded me of the sandy shore
Have now been washed away by your love forevermore

Lay down with me on the colorful coral beds all aglow
Lets hide out from the world in the soundless surface below

Alluring tongue brings forth this lustrous pearl of mine
The sea calls out but has no hold in my lapse of time

You drink in the cool dark depths of me
And then you permeate in your very own sodden sea

Prayers downpour
like cremated birds,
falling on tombstones
made of glass.
Passing shadows nod
in solemn greeting.
Bread for the feeding
of psychotic worms
and brimstone mushrooms.
I mourn with laughter
and greedy tears,
this brackish silence.
Then I pass,
just a shadow amongst shadows.