Haikus (forklcrigler)
I.
rubber ideas march
frm ur belly, the feet of
each-etch new mindsets.
II.
hey man! can i take
that peak behind eyes of sad/
ness, taste yo lone fears?
III.
...came with the sound of
pregnant rain. u lassoed us
toward the distant you.
Monokus (forklcrigler)
I.
cud i possibly plant tears in yo air-breathin' the stale yesterdays.
II.
blue baths, rum waters runnin' down tired flesh-leave my sanctity outside.
III.
in him lie rain silver misery, in his eyes lie life-the kind that weeps.
Haikus (forklcrigler)
I.
trespass my thighs with
stolen songs, weave rum-nights and
coarse laughter in minds.
II.
he rain-man, he trail
withered fingers 'cross broken
lines...he moisten days.
©2011/bloodspeaks

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