I. I say your flesh won't
Be enough for me. You say
I can have your bones.
II. Don't let yourself think
For one second I don't know
Your whole, cursed structure.
III. The angle of your
Pinky finger is, frankly,
Not too promising.
IV. You fall and fall and
Fall and fall and fall and fall
And fall and then snap.
V. We say we're fragile.
The flesh, maybe. But the bone
Is god's own thumbtack.
VI. I wanna kiss your
Skull. Leap past all the dying
Stuff and touch the sea.
VII. Cartilage is a
Nasty, cowardly ***** But
Somehow I need it.
IIX. Break a bone for me.
Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 11:52 PM UTC
I. I say your flesh won't
Be enough for me. You say
I can have your bones.
II. Don't let yourself think
For one second I don't know
Your whole, cursed structure.
III. The angle of your
Pinky finger is, frankly,
Not too promising.
IV. You fall and fall and
Fall and fall and fall and fall
And fall and then snap.
V. We say we're fragile.
The flesh, maybe. But the bone
Is god's own thumbtack.
VI. I wanna kiss your
Skull. Leap past all the dying
Stuff and touch the sea.
VII. Cartilage is a
Nasty, cowardly ***** But
Somehow I need it.
IIX. Break a bone for me.
A lot of people say my haikus have a flagrant disregard for so-called "traditional" form.
They're ******* right.
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