the sky swallows me
into mediocrity.
life in shades of gray.
Haikus
puppeteer
playing with madness
as the truth sparkles brighter.
my puppet master.
wicked winds
upon the frail bones
stands the wobbling dreams and hopes.
winds of malcontent.
black smudge
day shutters its curtains.
the nightwatchman is upon us.
black smudges the dark.
crumbling space
the miles between us
inch along like army ants.
but the crumbs are there.
green with envy
a blemish of green.
hope springing eternally.
but no spring has sprung.