crickets – haiku and other animals

splinter

in these crowded fingers crickets snapping up what remains of the unsellable night the storm two days away

before sleep

little storms in my jawbone
squirrels in my fingers

on which the secret fall
falls on

willows and other
memories sold
the fairy tale home

a trail of stars
to shelter fresh
organs made of glass

who needs all this change for the
better bury me in styrofoam

the song crickets compose ever new night blue stars

eating this double-edged dawn without crickets

what thoughts I can twilight crickets

crickets taking notes on each star

crickets in the breeze
I decide to wait
another day

crickets
in the cool breeze—
sleeping alone

her sigh and crickets on the cool breeze