hardest party with floozies & saddo
wrathful wifey is choosing bolt cutter
**** gets naughty with ****** at brothel
problem youngin threw toolkit at father
wanton hottie is looking for lovers
step-son keeps eyeing good-looking step-mother
some ****-dropping is pooping on flower
punk's just gotten caboose-kicked by copper
dumbest blondies as students of Harvard/Oxford
Trump went shopping with Putin for armor
[oops, the last one is risky]

Twenty somethings
         were neve enough

to stockpile the realisation,



                       that I needed


          more words to tell you that....

you lie
in between my
syllables and words
in these
carefully arranged
lines
like a piece
of origami;

i hide you
in my
poetry.

What is a Haiku?
Guess how many syllables.
Five, seven then five.

So how to make a Tanka?
You add it two more seven.

Breath may fade,
             but love will forever

live on.

For exhalation is but syllables
             of  given movement.


Were love is a motion

                     of time,
                continually moving.
Emotions that live on past every exhalation.


Every word may decay into obscurity.
             But love will live on beyond
the husks of every word ever told.

Bruised
And battered, my heart
Will still choose, to bother yours.