fire

the night watchman waits
until the world falls asleep.
heavy eyes that see.

the aged sun nods off.
slips into the arms of night.
breaking the new day.

on the back of life
i made my living.
the front was crucifying.

wabi sabi
is not to be confused with horseradish.
though it tastes of life.

as you blew me off
wind of fortune caught my wings.
birds of a feather.

a red moon
hangs upon navy linen.
drop of blood upon pricked night.