a man once said:
great things come from the small.
i was once small.
Haikus
re: toil
i have bent your ear.
deafened you with misery.
you never recoiled.
limber timber
a bright sky lies bare.
bereft of flitting feathers.
but limbs are singing.
bloody hopeful
a mountain to climb.
the jagged rocks of despair.
bloodied but hopeful.
dark light
my mind wanders
alone into dark places.
my soul the lone light.
tapping the spine
a worm on my spine
gorging on my unkind thoughts.
i need spinal tap.