Sunday, January 26, 2014

untitled 1.26.14

falling out
of love with someone
has gotten to become just like being
on the J train
just before it goes under
into Jamaica/Van Wyck;
all of the hopes flash by
like faded tags of glory
before darkness swallows

Sunday, January 12, 2014

haiku 1.12.14

when you feel alone
treetops feel like large, gentle
and safe embraces