this is what you want? this insanity. this chaos. sink my teeth in an apple from the tree on a cold fall day. the entire world in the drop of spittle hanging from my chin.
i can see the pieces though pieces they remain yearning for whole still the frustration in this brokenness is overcome by the beauty of each piece and knowledge of the challenge and promise that lies ahead
i promised i wouldn’t write you a poem – i lied. i apologize – prose does not suit you you are a poem not a paragraph grammar has no place in your definition your hair owns the wind that blows crosses off the t’s and dots off the i’s your eyes fragment my hardened tendency
winter freeze sets in. optimism its victim, trapped beneath the ice. trees of industry crashing heavy to the ground- cacophonously. houses built on sand, monuments to mankind’s greed, blown into the wind. we’ve taken stock in false constructs for way too long. lets blaze our own trail. in the wilderness, our trademark has always been
where did you come from? the universe, he whispered through the silent snow for some inexplicable reason, i’ve recently found myself on haiku-writing kick. well, maybe its not that inexplicable, i’ve been using twitter–a social network/micro-blogging service–and haikus lend themselves to the 140 character limit. that coupled with the fact that i’ve been mildly beating