Haikus

Never good at games

Where hearts are played like poker

I’ll make my own rules

 

***

 

Pick your sweet poison

Add a mixer of kisses

Heart shaken not stirred

 

***

 

Writers are insane

Don’t let the sweet smile fool you

Canine teeth are sharp

 

***

 

Biting into you

Probably not the best way

To make a new friend

 

***

 

Gesticulating

The sign language of distance

Over the ocean

 

***

 

Palm trees paint the sky

Fronds brushing the horizon

In evening contrast

 

***

 

Ghosts of poets past

Haunt the margins of my page

Poking my stanzas

 

***

 

Sun prods me awake

The cocoon of my hammock

Births a butterfly

 

***

 

To hell with polite

Shock me with your honesty

And I will thank you

 

 

Advertisements

2 thoughts on “Haikus

Share Your Thoughts...

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s