haiku and other animals

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

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