haiku

ponderingthe desirability of life afterfuckable

that feelingwhen my eyelid tries to flipinside out

the paving stoneholding my basement door closedsnow-covered again

warmer todaybut there's no thawwithout sunshine

despite the voicesall i hear is the quietin between

classic comic booksdraw such simple lines betweengood and evil

long after midnight--orange cat sleeps on a pizza boxthe boiler rumbles

2:49--train horn reminds mei should be asleep

a hint of bluebehind the sticks livingby the frozen river

flight of pigeonsalmost lands on the wiresacross the street

Moon's below the treesSun's behind the cloudsSky Map keeps me informed

grey snowy day--the clouds are a softboxfor my eyes

an old man angryat the fragility of the crustthat once was his skin

in the crow feather nighttaillights dance a trail of redto a train horn's song

all through our small townsmoke rises from chimneysmurdering air

there's naught but despairdown the path of youth's follyand years gone too soon

dreading my crossingof the vast frozen tundra --twelve steps to my car

i wonder aboutthe tipping pointof greed

i snowshoed acrossthe back yard to the river--view from Squirrel Crossing

if our world were ruledby peace and understandingwould we then crave war?