It’s Back…

You thought it was done
You thought the pain was over
Haiku is back, bitch!

Spring Haiku

Down with the sickness,
Spring looks nice, but really hides
That deadly pollen

No Regrets

You’re all sick of me
Constantly writing haiku
Will the terror stop?

Wherein I Try Something New

Can a poem
Be relatable and emotional,
Without alienating most
But still be considered
High art?

Could a poet
Admit
That they know not
The secrets of the earth
And reveal
That they are not
The almighty prophet?

Could a ‘talent’
Fool us all
Into thinking there is depth
In
The
L
A
N
G
(al
l is
n’t cl
ea
r)
U
A
G
E
?

Could a poem
Simply be?
Instead of simply trying.

Another Haiku

The water fades in
Slowly filling the rock pool
A clam grins and dies

Reading Haiku

Too many great books
For me to read for Uni
When will there be time?

Haiku… Uh… The Next One

Ink-y dreams run wild
Viewer longs for Burning Man
Next The Princess Bride!