a frog’s pink tongue
tastes empty air.
hungry again.
Haikus
rise and shine
the early hours.
filled with dust motes and large space.
wake the world gently.
space for red
there is so much more
behind the empty green door.
full of red spaces.
terminus
terminal waiting
for the butcher’s eager knife.
journeying to health.
noose titans
the man chases green
because he’s full of envy.
and the noose tightens.
in crypt
feeble mind snivels
at the spectre of insult.
prisoner to your crypt.