a few haiku

night shift at the poison factory a radio set to static


worms with familiar faces plunder the emotion of lightning

black licorice in plastic dreamless sleep

black by stars: gap in the smile: annunciation

I darken

a blank


at night

hoping for stars

which tracks an elastic mood. In her sea you see

I see your crab prince and raise an abalone shell

with a shrug America turns a pigeon into a dinosaur

tiny flies furiously scrub a knife of light

boulders and other human words twilight as a verb