do not converse with yourself
within my stormflint gaze
smalltalk is still smalltalk
in cafe or on flickering screen
give me substance or give me death...
i favor comfortable silence &
carve words close to the bone
even haiku can grow too long
already this has worn welcomes
to rags & ribbon, so i—
Tag: absurdity
pot fingers kettle for coarse crimes committed
oh dear, i’m late

Photo by Anthony DeRosa on Pexels.com tick tock
with cogs and clock
with arms a'
spinning and whirling
don't lose your head
or you'll wind up dead
with fingers gone
stiff and curling

