Tag Archives: haiku
perpetual purity
a slug slides into view leaving tactile traces upon the sidewalk -For Nico
mourning lost t…
mourning lost tulips trapped inside a fantasy memories of spring
immortality beckons, sweet ambrosia at the tip of my tongue -for Stephen
nostalgia
along the dusty forgotten halls I hear the faint echoes of jazz -for Mitchell
Burial
music that leaves you feeling slightly removed from the tangible world -Dan Hancox, guardian.co.uk
high street malaise of the unemployed and privileged
listless surfing and coffee shop conversations and listless surfing
trapped
gritty white chipped paint rough under my fingernails surrounded by walls
truth
I want to be loved. So simple it requires but five syllables.
angel
alabaster wing emerges from the rubble dust falls in its wake
pool
imperfect mirror balanced upon a chasm of blue frees the world
