I often find this desire to rinse my lungs
under the tap and wash out all this debris
comes from that same feeling
of sitting on this carpet floor
and staring out into the open fields
thinking just how remarkably vast these voids are,
resembling the oceans
I would cross if it meant you would understand
how much I believe in everything you can do
against all the sand and dust
through these voids with cleared lungs
I'd come back with boats carrying
little ways to tell you about all the things
I believe you'll get through

Look back and see
just how remarkably vast
are these oceans you have crossed

Senryū one

Escape from Haiku
short long breathe in time
breathed out longing to go live

Senryū two

Seed fall fruit feed pigs;
passenger pigeons,
fertilized this forest, you know.

Senryū three

Discipline, science,
since some time ago,
ready readers write old seed.

I rest in the quiet thoughts
that might involve tired arms
and unadorned hearts and faces

to fantasise boredom with you
is a new low/high to replace
my easy crippling everyday nowt

I currently know that
to fall asleep with you
unwashed and noisy tired
is all I think I need

Oh, how your skin glows yellow,
as the sun glides along with your exterior shell,
oh, how you smile under the light of natures true beauty,
freckles glistening while the wind moves your hair,
oh how I look at your beaming face and smile
remembering how beautiful it is to you know you,
to watch you blossom,
my sweet little child,
feel that sunshine that is also inside,

Shades of burnt orange and saffron
in clusters between the clouds,
the coolness of the atmosphere
brought ease to my swollen eyes
the bitterness on my tongue washed away
as if caramel was poured into the sky,
sweetness inhabited my lungs
and I uttered...

سُبْحَانَ الله

I would like to slip softly, kindly, into the abyss..
That sweet nothingness, which cradles all in darkness.

I wish to become part of it,
Letting that cold emptiness entwine itself, into my thoughts, smothering them into decay.

I seek to see no trace left, of this mortality I hold.
To let it drift away on oceans of black, eventually sinking sweetly beneath the tectonic plates.

Erased.