Feeling Needy

Right now I wish that I had a big box of frozen fish sticks that I could bake in the oven and then serve up on toast. You see, I am a man of most modest needs whose desires are on an even lower level. Really low. Like down in the gutter low. Cholera low. The-sewer-is-my-world low. Have I delineated my position? The deepest pits of Hell low. Just another crab in Satan’s pubic hair. Can ya suss that? I hope so. (Cuz I’m running out of similes.…)

Haiku #323

Those women in red

Legendary carnivores 

For whom souls are spice

Haiku #321/322

Clouds bring passing shade. 

Shade grows too from objects’ feet.

Shade’s proof of the real.

Light negates darkness. 

The brightest of lights blind you.

I touch you to know. 

Haiku #320

Banished from my home,

Cast out from comfort to a 

Midway of madness… 

Haiku #319

Luna illumes all

A garden that’s seen no fall

Our lust’s innocent 

Haiku #318

A feather floats by 

Meditation opens up 

A feather walks on 

Haiku #317

Life’s the exception 

Rare flares in Death’s dark domain 

Our “why” mere hubris