h a i k u d o m a i n

within this crawlspace
colors in the sounds I smell …
real life, more or less

birds are gathering …
don’t flap your apocalypse
it’s only winter

your life is good now …
am I your flying buttress
holding back your pain

after all these years
it was, it was like magic …
but not quite, you know

dawn glows with new light
but latent shadows remain …
living in between

I know what I know
wearing my cape of knowing …
who cares what you know?

oh, she might love me
but she’s not in love with me …
let’s keep pretending

these words sit on sand
not solid rock of wisdom …
more words keep coming

autumn cools the blue …
restless veils of wispy white
sun-streak rainbow bright