through shafts of sunlight
i see galaxies of dust
and inhabitants.
Haikus
circle of jerks
endless haranguing.
the bickering of small minds.
coming full circle.
bore the core
millions of ways
to fritter my life away.
and still bored to tears.
pinguid people
shoulder to shoulder
i am squashed amongst the fat.
where’s the breathing room?
martian flesh
tasty wet pink flesh.
you are sweet and delicious.
green rind of martian.
i flea
in the black emptiness
where the light dances
unhidden but unseen
i glimpse god’s faces.
in the expanding sigh
from the questioning why
the cold inaudible wall
makes me infinitesimally small.
the time it takes space
and the echoing space between time
a finger stirring smoke
gods’ reigns on my yoke
is my life truly bespoke?
the black sea of infinity
amongst little pricks of light.
glimpsing other life at night
or the ironic sisyphean plight?
falling into turbulent questioning seas
wondering am i truly me
for into this darkness i cannot see
but fearing monsters i flee
i flea.