Could I love you if
we did not touch, if I did
not mark you as mine?
Fifth sense
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Tag Archives: regret
Unbroken
The house of my heart
is white, clean, pure. No windows,
doors. No visitors.
Oh Christmas tree
We bring it home, put
it on life support so we
can hang ornaments.
Christmas tree lot
Sad orphans ripped from
the forest stretch out their limbs
pleading, ‘Take *me* home.”
VH1 shows
It’s the guilty splurge,
potato chips for the mind.
You can’t watch just one.
Deal or no deal
TV’s “Fisherman
and His Wife” story for our
times. Unalloyed greed.
Otherworlds
Viriconium,
Gormenghast, Majipoor. Dark
journeys. Twisted dreams.
Weight watchers
On weigh-in day I’d
inhale helium if it
would make me lighter.
Unproductive
Inertia roosting
inside me like a hen un-
willing to lay eggs.
Chicago
The Windy City
carries aloft a million
dreams on fierce updrafts.
a haiku a day 