Let delight ripen
into a sweet juicy pear
True joy takes patience.
Delayed gratification
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Let delight ripen
into a sweet juicy pear
True joy takes patience.
Daily Archives: February 7, 2008
Marked
The stink of talent
is on him like fingernails
stained tobacco brown.
Raveled sleave of care
Fever distorts time.
Sleep the tesseract that jumps
illness to wellness.
You look great
Bright lipstick fools them
into thinking I’m well. No
“How do you feel?”
Senseless
After the illness
taste dulls on the tongue, food just
fuel to run this husk.
Insomniac
Clock ticks ricochet
like bullets of sound slowing
as the hour grows late.
In sleep
Her breath sounds like the
whistle of distant trains bound
for lands beyond dreams.
a haiku a day 