Bus Haiku

on the long long ride to Kanata this friday morning


Mylar heart balloon
Crimson in crumpled defeat
Dumb trees grope rudely

'ku

Cursed by genetics,
Our children will be mutants.
Hot, Dictator mutants.



Smile becomes grimace
Three grand in dental surg. is
More than i can chew

some haiku

there is nothing here;
no warm familiar faces,
in winter city







i stare through the grime
of a dirty bus window.
all the world is gray.




all the birds are gone
but the noisy, raucous, gulls.
they shriek in triumph.



you pull me to you
like the full moon pulls the tide.
i am overcome.




I think i love you
more than i reasonably should.
I'm okay with that.