I can’t see a thing
A total absence of light
Curse these sunglasses
I can’t see a thing
A total absence of light
Curse these sunglasses
playful fields of blue
there, that’s the winning haiku
now give me the cash
Wait just a minute.
Those palm trees right over there,
Did they move closer?
On a clear cold night
Visible are
The whiskers of time and space
A life of knowledge
Permanently extinguished
Upon the last breath
The wind shakes my car
Like a high-speed tightrope act
I try not to fall
the butterflies came
and tore his body to shreds
in the morning breeze
The evening breeze
Carries the birds
Over congested highways
the lizard closes its eyes
as it takes flight
in the beak of a mockingbird