the tembusus
in evening sun,
tembusus stand like old gods,
arms raised to the sky
late night noises
hark the two nightjars
somewhere out in those dark woods
just going at it
uh huh
the fact you don’t see
something’s wrong, proves it wasn’t
right in the first place
forced fit
you taught me to hate
when you first taught me to love
hypothetic’lly
storm
a storm is coming
the birds feel it in their wings
give squawks of dismay
haiku abuse #4
Haikus, they’re all that
I seem to write nowadays.
Refrigerator.
Syzygium grande
the Sea Apple trees
armed with their cream-white blossoms
line the streets with grace
haiku abuse #3
I get it that you’re
happy but you don’t have to
rub it in my face
haiku abuse #2
something’s lacking here
and I don’t know what it is
but I want it back
*
next to your greatness
I grow a little smaller
each and ev’ry day
haiku abuse #1
sometimes late at night
I think there’s a reason that
ev’rything happens
