love it hurts me so
never knowing where to go
on lines of his palm
insecurity haiku
Loneliness
in the hollows
warm like wool blanket cream like gypsy wall boundaries with lust but never really captivated some shelter only in the head down the road of night relays morning light squinted are all eyes to cold soggy existence
spread the WLS
dying calla lilies
quiet night traffic far away
every now and then a pup yelps
a wayward bird sings outside my bedroom tree
on book table black pressed wood
furniture of wayward youth
thrift store jar where my heart lives
a pair of dying calla lilies
representatives of shifts in life
into a phone i type feelings that should have been spoken many years ago
supple tender gentle were my hands
reaching up to the hearts of men
and discovered as i pulled back empty bleeding stumps that they had no love to give me
spread the WLS
thursday morning
it’s cold
fog morning
cemetary waking up
birds pitch black
mean beaks hell song
yellow eyes like jewels at antique store
flowers stand at ease
giants among the remains of someone’s mother
peace thriving in the land of make believe
worms yawn loudly
slipping in the dew
sky pewter gray
tufts of pink and baby blue
like your dilated pupils
that still seep into my miserable days lowering the golden bamboo blinds
the strong black coffee obsidian in my cup
gaping for molasses
amber golden brown from Canada
Neil Y nameless horses guitars and essence of sand
i sip and i wonder
spread the WLS
a moment
to just be alone
in my room
quiet
to just remember if
i have felt
loved
but just alone was
irrefutable proof that
i
had never been like
i was told
always
yet like a fool
i wept stained
silence
spread the WLS
back stage haiku
hearts hands soft torments
tonight creation pains near
he will sit and wait
spread the WLS
the Son’s sepulchre i dreamt of
blizzard
of
thoughts
tapeworm
of
my
soul
what
now
take
steps
the
cave
awaits
spread the WLS
contemplation haiku
fire
cracks
wood
dry
lights
the
sky
stars
for
your
eyes
strong
hold
the
heart
thanks
you
spread the WLS
night walk haiku
extending yawning branches
buds golden green
my thoughts flanked by moonlight
spread the WLS
shine my ghost
eyes still sleepy
stiff coffee steam
outside ghost droplets
peek into windows
of careless dreamers
still life kitchen
soul stare bright
today no pain
just gray scale
melodies down below
rise like sun
shine my ghost
away rest now
lillies soon grow
fog ghost soul
evaporate into sky
