Haiku XXXVI

British Summertime

Officially ends today;

Winter’s arbitrary. 

SWS II

Paradise lost;

with just

one
bite.

SWS I

You should

never be

anyone’s

everything.

What could be done

(From the Gateway)

Lightning

(From a horse betting column, my first erasure piece) 

The thin line

She wanted to stay;

For the bouquet of roses

Had become a warm nest

 

He wanted to leave;

For the rumpled red sheets

Had become a bed of thorns

People

There are some worth getting to know

And some you ought to let go

It’s the only way to grow

 

There are some who your soul they will scar

And some you will unwittingly rip apart

Don’t make relationships more sacred than they are

 

There are some who’ll tolerate your shit

And some who’ll help you laugh about it

Love them as much as your heart will permit

 

There are some who know you

And some who think they do

Know yourself better than they ever could

 

Know yourself better than they ever could.