a few haiku

a fateful glitch in the holographic president’s ancient code


resident devil shrink pixel-small fly out with this breath

October my face falls like a leaf I bow to Orion

he promises black skies and a paw in every thorn

brick wrapped in wallpaper and his stupid toupee

rain through the night again the dream of chewing glass

she laughs as the pink purple flowers of wild mint might

this tender wound from which flowers hope it never heals

white blossom ache in the long bones of the moon

language of dead white ones. Turn the page and