Campfire Haikus

Campfire, cool night

Soft leaves crunch and smoke dances

Beauty's silhouette.

Graham crackers wrappers

Marshmallows browning the air

Chocolate bite's bliss

Warming rotisserie 

Round and round around the fire

Something's always cold

Quiet conversing

Laughing with all of my friends

Those fires don't die

Noises in the dark

Invisible leaves crunching

Fear is in the mind

Bitter Enforcer of Broken Logic

Such depravity doth rally thine soul. 

Once built to hope unending

thou now breaks all whims and joys

to shattered breaths of weakness. 

When first the iron rung did sing of emancipation

in thine deception thou hath proved an ill friend

and a bitter requisite against all mornings glory.

Thou two faced badger, 

thou seeks that all mine strength fall to despair.

All mine muscles flexed in light refrain

yet thou hast deceived me of thine mechanics.

One face thou showst to be bright and cheery

just to eat all breath from my lungs

with the other face grimacing in glee. 

How, in guarding such portal, 

can thou have two such loves?

I am weary of being the first to traipse through 

any path that thou may guard 

for thou doth exaggerate all mine weakness before mine kin. 

Many of thine brethren seek me no harm

but thou, Bitter Enforcer of Broken Logic,

are and shall always be mine bane;

Stupid pull handles on push doors. 

Oceans are Hard to Sea

I've never seen the ocean before

though I've always wanted to. 

I hear the waves are big and tall

and the water is crystal blue. 

There's foam and boats and birds

that glide inside the ocean's glee.

That's what over and over I've heard;

That's what they keep telling me. 

I'm cloistered in my tiny house

so I only have tiny bits of sight.

It's dangerous to open up

but for oceans I'll try with all my might!

The nights are black and dark.

The days are gray and dim.

If only these fish would get out of the way 

I'm sure I'd see the ocean then!

The sky is too wet and full things

through which I longingly try and peer.

But how am I to see the ocean

at the bottom of the sea down here?




Thanks to Jordan for suggesting, "The Ocean," for this weeks subject suggestion contest.

Werewolves to Vomit

I see the remains of the purge; 

my vomit of sweet tenderloins.

When first tasted my dark smile gleamed 

in the fleshly juices;

sponged deep in the steaming liquids

that poured gently through my gullet.

It was a sweet and vile accident

that proned me toward the sultry scent. 

After succumbing to the brittle allure

I was rescued from the hidden poison,

Yet its first attraction lingers still;

hidden in my bones from birth.

I swore I'd never come back.

Yet I am dogged to return. 

to seep in the bile soaked pleasure.

My stomach saw it's true form

and threw from its depths 

the blubbered infection;

It shrieked songs I could not hear

perjured my soul in it's revelry.

Yet,

Yet my hunger remains.

glimpse of the subtle curve,

chunks chopped,

insistently incisored.

Smell and sound

gush forth and dance around my nostrils

and I am burnt;

crisp, crackling.

I cannot return to my wallow

though I long for it's temporal embrace.

I lust over my vomit

but I cannot again eat. 

I shouldn't. 

Since my tongue could taste I have hungered

and even after so long a time,

I see the rotted, corrupt sinews;

everything I was;

dead, bleeding. 

I see the drudges of it's evil;

and yet I still seek its photographs;

it's lying love letters;

hear its voice sound my name

and I thirst.

I must resist. 

I must hold pure. 

but sometimes,

sometimes

I am 

so

desperately

hungry.

Run Run Run as Fast as You Can

Pick a direction and run. 

Run with me. 

I'll pick the next coin to flip. 

We'll fall. 

We'll slip. 

But run.

Run fast. 

We don't know where we're going and we don't have to. 

We can't fail if we don't pick a destination.

Mold our hands together and fly.

We'll fall. 

We'll slip. 

We'll hurt.

But we can't get lost. 

We can't fail.

Run because the earth won't move on it's own.

Remembering You

Remembering you is
a flower.

The closer I get the more beautiful the detail, the sharper the thorn.

Remembering you is
arthritis.

Some days it's better than others, but it's always hurts.

Remembering you is
a gash.

It bleeds now, but the scar will never go away.

Remembering you is
my body on fire.

It burns, stinks and I hate with the fury of the flames.

Remembering you is
an old building I forgot was torn down.

I cherish it until I remember it's gone.

Remembering you is
a sign that says, "you must be this tall."

Because I know that I don't measure up.

Remembering you is
an echo.

Because the harder I push you out, the stronger you come back.

Remembering you is
a paradox.

You are everywhere you're not, which is everywhere that I am.

Forgetting you
is jumping to the moon.

It doesn't matter how hard I try, it's just not going to happen.

Toad Face

There is a toad on my face.

At first he seemed a tasty treat

and now it's him that has to eat

as he shows me warts and all in my disgrace.

all the guys say "Hey Toad-Face" 

and Toad always puts me in my place.

Again, again, it's his pace

to eat much like a bear. 

All because with my daddy then

I did refuse to share.

So I'm the but of every joke

I wish this frog I could just choke

but I'm the unlucky son of a bloke

that will have frog on face until I croak.