The

the desire to be real
the want to be needed
the loss of being missed
the void of missing you

something real
something tangible
with feathers
with grapevines

a couch thrown from a third story balcony,
a stick thrust in an ant pile’s belly
a mandate to cut your losses to sever your ties..

three (souls)

I definitely believe
in multiple personalities.
Like the tribe
that said
you have 3 souls:
one in your shadow,
one your reflection in water,
and one in the pupil
of your eye.
and somewhere they align.
or intertwine.
or make up poetry,
sometimes
lines
that rhyme.
or not.

times.

im not sure i could be friends

with the person  i was

5 years ago.

 

I mean, maybe.

but we would definitely

have our differences.

 

One would think

‘you drink and swear.’

One would say

‘you’re missing the point”

 

One would make it a point

to not get off track.

One would make sure

his goal is in the right place.

 

One would say,

you have the good in there,

but you care too much

what other People think.

 

The other one

would know it’s true

-but still not get away.

 

One would not want to hang out

with,

(and perhaps)

strangle the other one.

 

and I guess that’s what happened.

Hip! (Haiku Monday #2)

this couple walk in

wearing hats. pajama pants.

#hippiesonthemove.

Pious (Haiku Monday #1)

too pious
to stay silent,

too indignant to

make any sense

ever.