Dive Into Darkness

It was a deep night,
The kind you just sink into
Like a submarine.

Sweet as Sweet Tea

I’m livin’ down South, so bless my heart
As these folks might tear the old Yank thing apart.
I could tell you I hate it, but that there’s a sham;
I don’t got no beef with Birmingham.

Behold It

Take the clay and mold it.
Squash it down and scold it
Flatten it and fold it
Scoop it up and hold it
Take the clay and mold it.

Champion

A picture of perseverance
Nascent innocence
Natant in a sense
Evincing testaments

Contentedly Tired

This kid who was all graduated
In a grad party participated;
He talked and he smiled
To adult and child
And now is left feeling sedated.

And Perhaps a Balrog

Tell me a story
Filled with thrills and adventure:
Here there be dragons.

For: http://haiku-heights.blogspot.com/

L o n g i n g

“The zeal fizzled.  The fire in my bones became only an ache in the joints….My joyfulness became jadedness.”—Mark Buchanan in Your God Is Too Safe

We know it too well:
The day the music died
And suddenly “And it was all yellow”
Has bled itself dry
And the silence beats eardrums
Like waves on a rocky shore
Or a pair of purple mums–
The deafening muted roar
Is much too much to bear;
I need to need to hear.

Dump It Out

The ending of one era is the launching of the next
Like the way we move from snail mail to email to text
So what’s around the bend; what does the future have in store?
You’ll never know unless you pour its contents on the floor.

A Pinch of Salt

Is all I need, so please don’t mind my fingers picking
At your nose and at your ears; I know they’re a bit wet from licking,
But the  scrumptious food just tastes so good you see
Oh wait–you can’t–your eyes a lunar sea
Of gaping white, two yawing orbs of gloom
That tell the tale of your impending doom.
We don’t use a salt shaker, instead
We simply use a piece of Lot’s wife’s head.

Lady made of lead? You’ve got it wrong, you see, that’s not her.

Curiosity the dad and repetition is the mater;
Everything you said is like a bullet underwater
Going through my head like liquid black in an ink blotter–
Thoughts are all in red and education is the daughter.