haiku and other animals

already past as long as you can stay undecided about how to walk on the shards of this mirror after months of wind whipping the whys of juvenalia

snow on top of snow the snowman’s arm pointing somewhere

To Cross the Sea

Bubbling on the stove warm nonsense on TV I misspell the important words of other people’s stories on the line nothing drying my legs sore the floor somewhat spotless what else to binge nothing stops this war

should have had iced coffee but trees start to stumble the hot earth becomes I tell myself breathe look at the leaves completely still August 30

at the end of the day whisky cicada hit send a cool breeze down that road in any direction you end up laughing

since you’d given up on running the show like spring

first blossoms a bright new ring for old Saturn

we find the prized water. Though its song, etched in rock,

despite what Sumerian summer sunsets this dream

soft dusk colored waves of music from the cicada’s home planet

surely darkness as a cure so sip this laugh backwards