sea – haiku and other animals

over the strangers’ sarcophagi the sea argues with itself

splinter

those early days under the sea when we went from five eyes to three to just the pair and slowly painfully learned to breathe the poison air

when I close my eyes swallow a wide sea

any hope the turrets of my abrasive castle washed to sea so all this personal data
may one day chafe some newly refurbished country

treat me roughly like the sea makes a fractal splinter

plums drop through her cursive loops sound of the sea

which tracks an elastic mood. In her sea you see

plums drop through her cursive loops sound of the sea

on the rough soil of the sea so many words corrode