I wrote this haiku Because I needed a break Hey, can you blame me?

8/5/17 3:27pm Fool’s Gold She comes in drenched in rain, teal hair, my hair, bleeding rivers down the front of her white shirt. Her sister’s shirt. Bleeds green-blue hurt down the transparent wet cotton. The boys pretend not to look. She’s giggling aquamarine, a messy…

I want to change my life, To fundamentally alter who and what I am. I went to counseling. I confessed my inadequacies, Holding back my deepest and darkest, because   Frankly, I already know what I need to do to fix myself. But I didn’t…

It spreads It spreads It spreads It spreads a smell That nobody smells But like mustard It’s up my nose It nauseates me   No I am wrong It’s not the smell of it It’s the one they spread on it It’s their smell That…

Women Divine Stop at the sign You have a loss Dressed like a boss Paint the town The nose of a clown Suit so bright On a candy cane with white Highlight of a sunset The love I’ll never forget jj2017

Cerulean eyes With the cold jolt of honesty And cruelty Murmured the words Burnt Sienna Could not understand, “You don’t know what love is.”   And with those words, The door closed between the two   But one remained On both sides. Nickel Gold Azo…

The mistress of the web tiptoes on her delicate, lethal art, like a maestro on violin, ready to do her part. The young moth likes the quiet glint, as his curiosity takes over. He is tangled, afraid, the fangs sink and soon devoured by her.

Here I am. Inside this bubble Experiencing life. I can feel If I want to feel. I can heal If I want to heal This tiny bubble. Well, large, By some distortion Of Beauty. This tiny bubble Is mine. All mine. How ‘bout dat?

Her skin is a jungle of deepest green, scared by rivers sweet and clean oceans of the deepest blue, mountain ranges, sharp and grey capped with fresh falling snow pure white crystals a blanket of cold she is layered in the hues of calm, browns…

The brown of my eyes Showing deep compromise   Indigo, is the shade of the day The color of voice And work Yet, I am in word play   Not hard to keep my spirits up Beneath this clouded sky With out that endless blue…