The elusiveness
Of time is always the bane
Of my existence.
Monthly Archives: February 2015
Threepea
Pungent earthy sounds
Permeate morning’s first glint
Peeking through night’s shroud.
Dark Muse
It seems that my Muse
Only comes to me in dark
And never in light.
Little Martha Eludes Me…
Fingers keep tripping
All over Little Martha.
Really Duane? Really?
Relax
I get so stressed out
When I’m trying to relax,
But relaxed when stressed.
Vertical Blinds
Striated sunlight
Slashes heavy-lidded eyes
With benign intent.
Untitled Haiku
No matter how dark
The night can get the sun will
Rise in the morning.
Words
On some days my words
Must be extracted by force
And nailed to the screen.
Path
Choosing your right path
Does not always coincide
With what others think.
Jealous Night
The bumbling dawn
Couples with the graceless day
To spite the jealous night.