In Autumn when the leaves thin:
The way along the sidewalk is
Easier to navigate. I barely duck
Or change direction
Where I’m used to hitting my head.

There is a self
that is my self
but not just mine
it is us all
and in that all
I will meet you

you are the lit tip
of one cigarette pressed
against another
you are the reason
I burn

there once was a turtle named Otto
who called all the Mexicans "vato"
but now he's in heaven
choir turtle eleven
with a rather nice little vibrato

the culmination
of passion - disappointment
and ***-stained bedding

the moon can wink
I swear it's true
at least I think
it winked at you
I wish the sun
could wink as well
but on the sun
it's hot as hell
and with that heat
his eyes are closed
and cannot open
I suppose

here in this city
again, we have potential
my neighbor and friend

press your hand in mine
tight enough to feel you there
loose enough to breathe

drip drops through my mind
freezing and thawing to
expand my perception

this is a haiku
I don't think you will like it
it is very short