What’s the Plan?
Pen, pencil, whiteout, IHOP booth, endless coffee, Plans that need making.
My Heart Stopped
The technician lied. I found what caused the blockage. You don’t wanna know.
They were tossed until Lightning struck the boat in half Splinters like nut shells
Mimics a phantom Running so fast she crashes She loved and left soon
If I had to choose, Criticism than lashings. Lashings than to die.
Too Bad It Doesn’t Smell of You
palm leaves mid-summer kiss of caramel apple too lush green-gold haiku