there is no reason
other than your skin
taught cold against me
your favorite words inaudible
we speak the silence
pink tongue yours me
unjust gray verbs making
me ache for you
ache
Emotional Abuse
Montegue
never knew vulnerable was so hard
or how bright your dark side of the moon could shine
or a heart so easily torn apart
at the death of a wilted flower
Spring street’s breath
there is nothing there
my steps counted silently
the moon hides laughing
trees line the street
i hear women talking
the men stand aside
the entrance is behind
choosing to leave alone
without a choice again
sting of your lips
my mouth it burns
mind is quietly alert
the smile and hyacinth
you brought were shattered
on Spring street’s breath
processing. i
aging on prozac
haiku for pater
no hellos were said
we were both in pain i guess
no goodbyes spoken
a Teslaian haiku
that twinkle bursts west
the sea’s reflection lends her
electricity
ADHD haiku
i hold my knees down
thoughts swirl after i answer
monsoon is endless
Veronica’s mind
her madness
like hell’s
crossed roads
blacker than
where Holy
doesn’t stay
her pain
like super nova
she too
far into
that left
turn forrest
of life
among the
roads and
fine wines
French perfumes
church luncheons
insanity waits
for her
to step
off that
daily stage
like if
she were
perfectly happy
as the
summer in
a postcard
painted valley
painful haiku
supple
like
iron
words
hard
as
redwood
branches
hand
heavy
with
hate
mbrazfield (c) 2022
words less spoken 