nature

my hungry wet hen
what am i supposed to do
i'd like to pet her

***

This haiku was written with a lover. Thank you, lover. 

oops i did it again, she said

i joined you solemnly but

remember a distinct inability to speak above a whisper

those tender vows, which was not privacy as i claimed,

but shame that i already knew

with your belly button penis and

your unbending pedantry

and your posturing as a man

of the world

you were my punishment

for years of ratso fatso

and extramarital activities

and being mostly worried about, anyhow

black sheep don't give a shit if

marriage lasts a lifetime.  the luster

of promises is worn by those deadened

in the luxurious soft walls of unbusted boxes.

sleepless shone and were

now i see you passing

and face empty unbroke,
a corner deep careening,
young moon black and this dark choke.

full sleepless.

and still now i'm kept awake.

alarm me from afar, your
disarming eyes without raze

tinted of a stranger

absent raw unrestrained.

now insomniac remembrance

of night alive day full awake.
when our body punt the scorchlight  
when we lit and then we blazed.

then we shone, and were.

charged

true.  i've wrecked up,

wracked up, i survive regrets:

(starting smoking and
that brief second marriage) but

doing that, of which i am now accused,
isn't one.