the clouds layered gray
throughout this day
watching coupled hands clasped in love
tender are their eyes
looking forward to a future
who won’t surrender to their whims
the old ones long ago bereft of their lover
look the other way
discarded
there are
there are new cracks on the pavement caused by time strain and cheap materials there are old expressions on faces caused by time strain and indifference there are old buildings with new structural injuries caused by burning crack pipes violence and human defecation there are new leaders with bad intentions fueled by greed narcissism and ignorance
for Slim and Steve
thorns so sharp
and beautiful like your love
unattainable to the touch
dry and dead like promises made
in a far off night
that was made in a bottle
storm
storm you are so black
i am so empty
storm you are powerful
i curled up quiet
storm if i could touch your electricity
and send my atoms to rest
killing word haiku
the venomous words
eject from a prickly tongue
the heart hides itself
eight and three is 11
8 moons and 3 Sputniks
i see tonight while standing
outside deep breathing
the news shows
bleeding from my neighbor’s window
tomorrow i will rise
get caffeinated
and get on the road
to imagine what it’d be like
if i could fly in outer space
old punk kid haiku
Danzig belts it out
my dark scrapbooks lay across
open to my life
bitter haiku
i don’t need a soul
you as you have shown me that
love i divorce you
mural by LA Street Artist
grieving haiku
tears evaporate
leaving behind memories
i stand on wet sand
twisted spine
my back is my strength
i sit with the moon at might
we both speak softly
words less spoken 