ignorant *pomo haiku
If it were up to
me, your ignorance
Would be buried dead
*Post Modern
why do you only call at night
Dirty dishwater gives
nothing back
No reflection at all
Grief kept knocking at
the midnight door
I open it
While black crows
blended into black
velvet sky
I say the “Silence is
annihilating.”
“It bruises blue.”
You say “What’s
your point?”
As other Fathers
and Daughter gather
together one last
time
Who robbed who?
It was not easy
not to envy
It felt familiar
to have your
mouth moving
I wish I could
go back, bend
and kiss
All that demolishes
me In the in
betweens
Like the night
not needing any
stars
universe playing tarot cards
Swimming through the
Gray of the clouds
Trying to find the bright
Smile of the moon
To cradle her
Reaching up for strength
Facing cracks in the
Mirror reflecting back
Serrating her blue veins
Dripping red death teardrops
Blowing luminous bubbles
Bursting with confetti
Raining down on lovers
Lying next to each other
Naked in the dark forest
While the voyeur hermit
Watching through the
Broken window like
His broken heart
Faintly hearing the
Siren song of the high
Priestess she used to be
The magician mending her
Torn wind of a wing
She was flying high
In art that has no limit
Praying that the
Universe would
Break the patriarch
Snaking around
Her tongue with
Crushing judgement
Startled in delight
Standing on top of
The world in all her
Bodacious gory glory
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