twilight zone
the shadows I cannot bear
to be parted from
Haiku Notebook 2019
dazed and confused
our love flies
like a lead balloon
not yet dead
the long lost track
of my generation
moving sultrily
to a very cellular song
the blonde sucks me in
writers block . . .
I see a minstrel
and want to paint it black
I miss the train
while listening to
people get ready
a paedophile
lusts after
his younger self
turning over a new leaf
the climate change denier
bites the dust
climate change debate
we dignify the old fart
with silence
facing extinction
fat cats lick
their nether regions
my shadow
hellbent in pursuit
of nightfall
my shadow
an elastic band
to the sun
my shadow
fills out my application
to be myself
Prune Juice #29
my shadow
decodes messages hidden
to the naked eye
a sundial pauses
for my shadow's
passing
my shadow
parodies
my carbon footprint
Prune Juice #29
Prune Juice Book of Senryu: Celebrating 10 Years: 2009 – 2019
my shadow
fails to find a life
of its own
my shadow
masters the art
of camouflage
fiat umbra
my shadow recreates
its sense of self
my shadow reflects
on its life
before there was light
from my pen
an hallucination
of loose ends
moon blossom —
another bull shits
its aha
her lover
breaks through the brushstrokes
of her sullen art
cancer ward
we breathe each breath
mindfully
cancer ward
the permanent markers
running low
by late light
the beginnings
of touch
moonless nostalgia for the unknown
post-literate verse
all the white spaces
fit together
a word for hope hollowed of vowels
dawn vigil
all the unknowns
melt away
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