Haiku #372

Dreams of flowers fall 

Rocks kneel in supplication 

Earth moans Her judgement 

Haiku #371

My fist crushed the bulb 

Consequences do abound 

Are these phones blood proof?

Anachronism

In our nuclear age 

I'm powered by steam;

I will not fly, I 

Will not dream. 

I'd still burn wood 

If only I could 

But I have been told 

My smoke makes the 

Little ones choke,

That they'd rather toke 

When they take 

To those skies where

They know I won't go.…

In this nuclear age

I'm no longer a cleric, but 

Rather more a queer relic, 

Vaguely recalled 

By the so-called well

Schooled, 

But by the vast masses

More honestly 

Considered a fool. 

Still, mayhap it's good 

That I no longer burn 

Wood, for where could 

My chimney's smoke go?

Where'd blow the 

Breeze and who'd care?

Since the nuclear 

Fallout killed off the trees 

And poisoned the 

Remains of the air.…

Modern Life

Stroll any road, 

Pause by a flower bed, 

Where e’re you go 

You’ve a target  

On your head.

This world is cold and 

Evil’s bold;

Each turn you take 

May well be 

The last  

You’ll make.…

Our Lady Heroin…

In the day night dark 

Of my time of troubles 

Through shattered sight

By candlelight 

No man am I but a fly 

My faceted eye meets

Her Novocain gaze

Glazed with care just 

Beyond a  

Bubble of blood 

For an epoch or an age

I have preyed for this 

An eternal instant's bliss

My Lady's sepulchral kiss

Sucks away my pain 

All my dark, after 

The spark and spoon

Illume my room with 

Love 

I see no addiction here

Only her benediction 

Clear

Her fluids combine

With mine, slip and 

Slide along my

Spine to 

Banish 

Time 

Time 

Time 

T i m e

T  i  m  e

Haiku #370

As I sleep I wake 

Dream my lifespan to double 

Every thought's real