The Poetry Marathon

I could’ve sworn low

or higher, I saw a man’s

face in the fire.

To act is to shed

upon others the words that

creep along your cracks.

The fact is, when you

see the sky—Jupiter knows

that you’re watching him.

A secret is not

truly a secret unless

it doesn’t exist.

If there’s a ghost for

each lie you’ve told, how large does

your house have to be?

Adrenaline is

running in stilettos on

a bridge full of tacks.

When on a cliff edge,

better with a stranger than

a dishonest friend.

I’d eat chocolate

right now, just to fill myself

with popularity.

Her dreams rose past the

ceiling, for her dreams were made

of some migrations.

Online dating is

a close encounter of the

third kind: mansplaining.

There is a dead mouse

inside the bag, right over

there, until it moves.

Sometimes I wear my

glasses on the astral plane

instead of contacts.

A little over two weeks to go! I’m looking forward to writing and sharing more haikus.

I’ve banked palaces

of love and great disaster

on thrones of worry.