Poetry is language, purified, the charred remains of a novel idea


Haiku

Half a life one-eyed
given what must be unknown
raindrop at the mouth

hope this is allowed, second haiku

radio tower
mandates come from no higher
too many signals

ahhh, okay $1 per haiku? It's shortform so im giving myself some leeway

petrified welcome
which self moves the most freely
a sleepwalking wake