man wears a blue shirt
as his red tie suffocates.
i swallow down hope.
Haikus
pay day
the early bird
watches the sun rise.
night owl feasts.
where there’s no will there’s a way
he left intestate
moving from the interstate
towards golden gate.
soaring songs
a bird’s wisdom
does not hang from trees.
soars to the heavens.
me from before
i breathe in gandhi
quickly exhaling stalin.
intertwined his’tries
bright spot
darkness spreads
its stain seeping like ink
into bright places.