Whatever gets you

through the night, at this point, is

probably just fine 

The cage needs filling 

and the machine needs blood to

run optimally 

There was once a dive

bar called the Blarney Cove where

it was always night

Slowly chip away 

at the layers of yourself 

searching for the truth 

The light twinkling so

beautifully tonight comes 

from an old dead star 

 Blind tears fall for fields

 of flowers whose beauty hides

 the decay below 

A nocturne during 

the day is better than a

bugle blast at dawn 

Tangled in sheets by

monsters of our own making 

we writhe but can't run 

Planks in eyes prevent

them from assisting camels 

with eyes of needles 

Waiting for the night

with its swaying and pulsing

life that mocks the sun 

Theirs was a strip mall

kind of love filled with soft serve 

and plastic trinkets 

Lawlessness for them

but for you not even a 

carrot, just a stick 

A break in the clouds 

was just a breathe's length before

the deluge began  

Ceci n'est pas un

haiku, it's just a silly 

little dumb ditty 

Snap ye selfies while

ye may, media darlings,

til filters fail ya 

 

A headless, heedless 

behemoth lumbers along 

and sows its chaos 

Stalled like a horse still

yearning for speed, unable

to break what binds it   

The wind shakes the bough

but the mourning dove, feathers 

ruffled, remains still 

Christ's righteous anger 

has been forgotten by the

thieves in his own house

Metamorphosis

has begun, but what will come 

has yet to be known 

Words slip and slide out

and around the truth like a 

summer water flume  

Rain runs in rivers

through the foliage that thirsts, while

I try to stay dry 

The gap bridged between

birth and death is a yawning 

chasm or a pothole 

Argus the watchman,

his many eyes closed, has failed

to stay vigilant 

A cool dark bar can

suffice for a life lived on 

terms not of your own

Blue blood runs cold when

talk of equality is

humming in the air 

The turntable tells 

a symphonic story that

soothes, touches the soul  

You can no longer 

see the horizon just a

perpetual fog 

Desolation row 

denizens loll in the sun

they can't see or feel 

The landscape moves from 

fields and forest towards glass and 

steel and my heart sinks