van gogh’s blue canvas
reminds me of this dark night.
and yet happier.
Haikus
sharp ice
night bites my nose.
cold like ice.
sharp as your words.
day break
the aged sun nods off.
slips into the arms of night.
breaking the new day.
unbecoming
death becomes you
at the last moment of life.
never very becoming.
a living death
on the back of life
i made my living.
the front was crucifying.
tears of a cloud
big milky clouds
gray with oppressiveness.
when come the tears?