Sticky dreams Of blown out bristles Fanning obtuse Becoming useless Worrying of rot Rotting of worry Tombstone teeth Sinking in pink swamp Still asleep Buried beneath Brushing hard Or hardly brushing Chewing up the stick From the rush, the constant sip Spit out something brown Sick up but hold it down Terrifying dreams Of dysfunctional routines Took the father Brushed him clean Used him up And not seen again In fresh sun rise Spittle wind Takes the mint leaves with it To cut copies of them Serve the breath Serve the mass Serve a purpose And then serve the trash A hopeful protogeau In the noble art of withering away
4 Haikus for a Rough Patch
1 Broken and it burns Hot rush difficult to hold Harder to smother
2 Burst and splintered rage Destroys us then dissipates Sometimes clears the way
3 Swallow heavy made It’s not each other we hate Late to understand
4 Can’t help but regret But without voice quiet anguish Silence is just it
5 Haikus for a Sprained Ankle
Five days spent sitting very still because you hurt yourself doing something stupid; try not overthinking it.
Day 1: Sprain
Time is short to dwell Until the inner tear swell Perspective is gained
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Day 2: Friend
Let me take your pain I have far more teeth to grit Let me let you rest
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Day 3: Limp
Do not recognize The freedom stored below thighs Clarity when lost
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Day 4: Bruise
Indigo erupts Can’t escape without a mark Pain fades, bruise remains
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Day 5: Body
You are built of parts Easy to disassemble Easy to forget
Quit Vision 