(A few more haiku as part of the early winter cycle)
in its enormous
silence, the morning star stares
at my messy dreams
wet bursts of colour
maybe one happy phrase
left by each day’s flood
a lone bell at night
clearly a fairy, absurd
to think otherwise
rain again all day
demons spun in quick catnaps
my alien blood gagged
(While watching episodes of Poirot on YouTube...)
proof we’re all cuckoo
warmed by a little murder
tale when the cold’s here
watching the clockwork men
of old, set to have their
blood after cigars
human god help me
the thing sitting in this flesh
staring at this sky
yes just so and so
up and down goes the spirit
one can only dance
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