cold biting my heels.
cheeks chipped from ice cold granite.
white colour of cold.
Haikus
cat grins
fur curled around tail.
from nose to tail the cat grins.
a hairball begins.
my soul a caged bird
the day yawns
and swallows black oily night.
the sun sticks
his hot finger in my eye.
at noon o’clock my nightmare
just begins.
unfolding myself out of bed
a thick soft sack of pudding
dusted with unruly short black wires.
a bone sticks out from
me at right angles.
annoying.
i am too old for these games.
my skeleton
vertical clapboards creeking
winding down the stairs.
rubbing sandman from my eyes
a tear worms down the dry bed creek
of long forgotten smiles.
day has tossed himself at the
horizon.
a mess of bloody spilled yolk.
my heart sighs from a corner
of an empty cell.
this is why the caged bird
does not sing.
living leaves
leaves left long ago.
skeleton trunk frozen soil.
breathe back the living.
heavy night
black cloth lies heavy.
heart bound tight by misfortunes.
heavy is the night.
brother germ
paranoia germ.
the propaganda needle.
thank you big brother.