some various 2011 moment one-line haiku (monostich)

he was like a cat, bringing dead mice he killed. unsolicited acts of devotion.

the little moments of pain came immediately. they came in warm sunlit afternoons. they came in her steps.

disoriented, his discordant moan lost in the crowd of silence.

facing a rising sea of corruption-the bigwigs dance upon plush floors of bones and trampled veins.

of that ancient ilk recognizing no other aristocracy except self.

the gilded maggots feeding on the corpse of this Venetian state.

cup of steaming tea, thoughts of opera in Guyana.

the love/sex the friction of a lone moan outrunning red noise.

meeting in sacred groves fertility cults litter your lips, you pagan one, on crescents I run.

encarnadine laughter eyes seeing beyond seeing. pores speaking rank words to evening.

to adorne the soul with blood chandeliers, you arrive midnight covers the peak of my knees.

boy spoke palindromes, waist deep in excrement of this foolish world.

good looking, sex appeal indecent but nice. in his laughter sour gravestones and greedy sepulchres.

facing myself, image seen through soot-stained mirror...years of self-fabrications.

baby...we don't have boyfriends' only manfriends or man-panions'...laughter over dinner.

liberation, acceptance that where i am; the sum-total of decisions i made; i'm to blame. #LIBERATION

©2011