only the future
knows those who will leave their mark.
the rest is but dust.
Haikus
breaking dawn
morning cracks an eye.
bloodshot and runny but why?
night winks from the stars.
smoked earth
nature burning bright.
smelling the tinge of mesquite.
nature’s barbecue.
ice melt
melting summer sun.
i bleed across the long day.
runny like wet ice.
come cycle
from the old surplus
there is a way to profit.
recyclers unite.
cheesy
to live by the myths
might as well worship the moon.
man eating blue cheese.