Reading Rain in Islington. A normal lunch. I’m looking out. There’s nothing real beyond the window, but I still want. Clusters of raindrops race each other down my car, and I think that’s more interesting than my soup, now clustering in my beard ready to race itself in streaks down the front of my freshest,…

Morning Haiku – 36

Please don’t let me dry, As furnace August cooks me, Shuffle off the corks. Hottest temperature on Earth recorded in Death Valley.