with a start
the first haiku
of the month
that above!
is that the limit
of dreams?
summer dreams:
all that remains
not yet grey
her slip ...
the susurrus 
of her lips
ordinary time:
I bite into the death
that sustains me
writing
into a winter night
headless chickens
drone whine:
is this too
a song?
slug slime
the daily examen
of my path
losing flavour
all the salt licked
from my wounds
all the trees 
tucking elegies
into dark wings
so few words
how much of all this
can they take?
the silence:
school bells tolling 
early death
more than one
nail holes hammered through
tree shadows
a bell tolls
in sympathy
with its age
climate change
a butterfly
somewhere
a haiku yet
after successive
resoundings
her sari
coiling the wormhole
of our origin
frost after noon
the scent of otherness
closes around
what is this
that seeps through the gaps
in the chant?
baby babble . . .
neon words crawl across
an urban sprawl
screw loose sir?
a hooker's invitation
into madness
silver-tongued dawn
a  hatchling opens its eyes
to the world's edge
dead-end street
autumn and winter
face to face
first quarter
moons bud-swelling
her blouse
exposing
layer on layer
old sea levels
rebel yell
Groucho dusts off
his manifesto
word by word
a new beginning
with each sound
 
earth shadow
a swinging voter
darkens the poll
encircling me
the hiss
of her eyes
sky map app
I end the universe
with a swipe