in a closed circle
life revolves around nothing.
infinite despair.
Haikus
old friends
i know this bright light.
this yellow orb smiling sky.
hello my old friend.
dream machine
in the moving chest
the cat dreams of chasing mice.
at the helm, the dream.
salty my tears
the river bleeds wet.
spilling tears over banks.
the salt baked desert.
dethroned philosophy
the melting snow.
mixed to mud with my boots.
is this earth’s turd?
the spare
the air thin like hope.
lungs sucking flames of fire.
no end to despair.