October 2017

bent over reed
reliving the memories
i never had

static page
crafting the -ings and outs
of change

making perfect sense freesias

spring return
i try to live up to
my obituary

this dark night
is like a simile
for nothing else

down her cheek
a tear has no colour
of its own

for now
wherever i am
i'm there too

the full moon
exposing reveries
to live by

sleep in-turning death's portal

rising sun
anguish's slow descent
into platitudes

spring madness —
i plant odd haiku
in your mouth

i 'n' i
in a conjunction
of mysteries