the wind laughs at me.
i push past his windy smirk.
he sucks out my air.
Haikus
drop dead
hanging from a thread
the rafters creek and bemoan
that i’m not yet dead.
beaming dreaming
i love the blue skies
dancing amongst galaxies.
father beams brightly.
tenderized strife
the two broken souls
look at each other through cracks.
tender is the life.
day bed
clouds swab horizon
smudging the bruised yellow sun.
knights beating on day.
sprial galaxies
the pendulum swings
and my sea legs do wobble.
yo yo galaxies.