random haikus

The kitchen crank
is making me feel
like romantic reality.


The moon is as
full as a marble that floats
above the table.


I wanted to
write an epic poem
about you, alas.


I watch my
dying neighbour
leave again.


You're easy to
blame and I'm stupid
so I blame you.


Late Morning.
Thinking of girls who
are not there.


Pretty girls
there, on the fields.
Oh my god.


Springtime in New York.
Can I hear your song
riding on the wind?


I stared into
the misty blue haze. But
you didn't mean it.



Fallen angels of my childhood,
I write to save them.



Ira Hayes, where did you go?
The red sun on your face seems to know.