Indulgence.The decadence ofwritten word will not sufferfate dead and buried.
Desired.Calendar smut gluedas holy murals on walls.How do I compete?
Conflict.Last time Winter broughta boy in tears, pawn conflict,and heartstrings sharpened.
Sexuality.My mother asked once,"Do you even like girls?" Ilaughed, "I like no one."
Bloom.Answer my heat withcold compress of written word;I will bloom within.
Photosynthesis.My love is meadowwhere the flowers grow for you;sunlight eternal.
Letters.I crave taste of daywhen your thoughts are brought to lifein text horizon.
Chained.I dreamt you were here,your arms in place of shackles;captured, happy, free.
Fontanel.I can't write haikuswithout subconscious reveals.My brain is exposed.
LifeLineBirthGenerationIntoxication, suffocation and no explanationEndlessOr ending after allFree fall, recall to vague paintings on the wall
These Sins are my OwnGod and Satan bothDancing, dueling in my headIn truth, which is which?
Renga tree: Haunted houseI see shadowsdancing in empty cornerslost moments.
Haiku 01Actitud notéDe la hostil muchachaLo sé,Se le ve.
Renga Tree: Gateway A hallway of doorsmy hand on brass doorknoblight beyond darkness.
What is the moon pointing at?It is pointing at a kōan.
Warm InsideBanshee Wind shakes the bare TreesA false star glides EastPeaceful Moon smiles
Guard your EyeFly to the clear skies,Your heart shall be free and sureIf you guard your Eye
Decisions, Decisions (Wasted Days)In the end, I know -Between God and wickednessThat I can’t choose both
Wanted.Seeking silhouette:Read me poetry while ICry feverishly