Evening nightmares evade a gibbous moon
With canny sublimation, molten incantations
Meld in candled pen and ink hard silences,
Reams of craven, puerile words, agitate for love
In the face of victory. Love is lost and awkward
Youth undone.
Under the weather’s
Consistent disappointments
Sly Sleet sinuates –
Adversity revels
In Tombstone pistol whippings
Fatuous sunbeams –
indifferent to fluey colds –
wait above the storm
concocting arcane
ruses, kidding us Tom Fools
Walked up & down stairs
twelve steps up twenty four back
Danger! Loose Slippers
Haiku sounds like
Aitchless cockney rhyming slang:
‘Intelligence Quotient’
These
mindful
circles
you move in
move in you
move in me
Can you
see your circles
move in me?
No!
nor can
I
We are
thus
safe