Still light arises, Hauling a mirage of day To provoke delight And stoke the ashes of the Crumbled husks of night terrors.
Dream Waka – 6
My pitiful room, Discontent with a feeble Lacerated curtain Resigned to a flat, listless Impediment of light and sleep.
Dream Wakas – 5
Statuesque mornings Numbly lit by diluted Grey held captive in Tumbling, rampant storm clouds Wound tight over the roughed dawn.
Dream Wakas – 4
Souvenirs in minds, Surrealist, visceral views Of Soliloquies That vanish with clouds of grime, Pollute daffodils by water.
Dream Wakas – 3
Volunteer to me A relic of owl feathers Dangling from oak, Set it high, near glass, Let it snare my night visions.
Dream Wakas – 2
Don’t gather sphagnum From courtyard fences partly Overgrown at dawn When phantoms of older days Will tire from chasing time.
Dream Wakas – 1
1 I, defunct bastard, Diagnosed with life at birth, Understand these words And how they translate across The abyss within my deep.
Morning Haiku – 126
Into my minds eye A knot of momentary Moments yet and had.
Morning Haiku – 125
Faces, interlocked now,Like Janus, peering into futureAnd the past, simultaneously.
Morning Haiku – 124
Dust shifting away, Receding from nakedness framing A more ancient face.