LETTERS & WALLS & HOME

Senryu / Haiku

HOME

The breath in our lungs

touched by familiar faces

always where love is.

WALLS & LETTERS

1. The self is heavy

     with bone and chaos / need

     leaves no peace of mind.

2. Upon his stone walls

     hollowed by desire's pain

     paper wail to gods.

3. (Verona)

    Mon ami, tu vas...

    your heart in calligraphy

    for the saint of bricks...

4. Yet with all of these

    deafening human silences

    proof of one's belief...

STILL...

No end to the ends

of time, my flesh must depend,

screaming at their walls.