autumn mouse runs amok the old gods laugh
Tag: haiku
night walk the mouse thrashing in the bushes
the cold body slips from shadow to shadow
light of a thousand suns gathers at our doorstep
prayer at dusk forged in moral fires
imagine myself sleeping among autumn ghosts
perfect skies the rot in our thoughts
taking it all in the stares and autumn winds
cold concrete comforts
plump mynah on lamppost screaming orders