Tag Archives: haiku
A marriage of masks, turning silence to warm farce– neither slept soundly.
Envy of petals upon the lips of raindrops– perishable tryst.
This road, for how long? Blossoms give up the ghost, fall with no dreams clinging.
Carl Sagan curates a silent film revival– stardust memories.
True solar eclipse, when Teresa took the plunge of Love’s gilded spear.
His pitch in six words– Transgender Caligari, hipsters will love it.
Tar, vinegar, piss, crossing of urban perfume– Those summer winds, tracked.
To air is human, to deflate, a mortal rite– no tracks in the sand.
I awoke to find I was Holly Golightly– Kafka’s dream, debugged.
Perishable pink, sound of music in flowers– Grace, noted, dates well.