Haiku 1-5

1.Golden leaves, spring time.

Forest trees to hollowed graves

Winter’s cold takes us

 

2.Click Click trouncing heels

Without purpose useless noise

But who decides that?

3.Fuck this shit I’m out

Where have we to truly go?

Mundanity wins.

 

4.Spare the breeze the heat

Let your Larynx stay at rest

Overused words sting

 

5.If keys do unlock

And lights do guide the dark path

Can floors still crumble?

-12/19/17

 

12/23/17- Edit: Structural mistake

 

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