haikus for men that want them
Addiction
misery haikus
NA haiku
counter psalm
chaos leads me to where they want
they make me sleep under shooting helicopters it guides me to lethal fire water
it vaporizes my soul it taunts me through the bridges of emptiness for its master’s gain
against my will i crawl through the tunnels of the brothers of hell i too have bent to darkness because i have no choice its laws and regulations punish me
its servant prepares a toe tag for me among the million files of others fallen you judge my disease with disgust my blood dried on the tile flooring
judgement and prejudice flanks me till the day i die and eternity will find a way to erase me
silence
Vermont Avenue
Mary’s death
just one day
enough to sniff
the air around
said Mary
one night more
to tell them
i love them
wept Mary
i see birds
in the clouds
where the sun
pauses Mary
looks at me
with golden eyes
away i walk
gasped Mary
Nile
Nile was a girl gaze tragic like a Neil Young song mother as Nile called her had a name like a thunder storm soon the girl went astray in the world sleeping in the woods of the county jail mother didn’t want her little child hurt answering her calls after the pimps tore out her hair and by the morning stars Nile would soon depart to wander through the sidewalks of those evil streets before her momma could feed her breakfast with a broken heart the moon keeps the clock of the hours she’s gone mothers eyes swirl with the pain of knowing her daughter will never return
Sunday, school
the mattress sags
bones lay silent
skin burnt dry
head in doubt
heart up ass
ringless fingers cross
non sequitur prayers
Leonard Cohen verse
cry for help
no tenderness brought
broken twice again
number seven gained
habit births vice
child repent now
kisses down throat
poisons swallowed slow
cicatrix
i have not felt well for years it seems i started to see the ghosts in the trees and broken lemons on the ground at midnight the welts in psyche begin to throb and i get up to walk in our great metropolitan cemetary for the crematorium cleaners don’t show up till noon my eyes cast a glance unto the sea only to witness the horsemen looking for the premature broken seals littered there by pissed off angels with head bowed James Dean style i wonder if Eve is in heaven i see helicopters pointing spotlights on the damned while with each new grave stone painted on these walls my scars form roots and i wander less each time i see the carnage
words less spoken 