the laughter of kids lit by the half moon
Tag: poem
you can hear them autumn winds plotting in the shadows
before you wake night winds raise the cold from depths
i prefer the namelessness of bodies
popping fish crackers and trying to read your lips
the rain at dusk fills our head with strange thoughts
when it is time to go i hope it rains
was that a haiku a rap on the knuckles by basho
never truly liberated from the demands of flesh
untamed flesh fills the power vacuum