slow haze of summer
smoke passing through air and mind
not so sure I’m me.
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Autumn leaf tumbles.
Twig snaps on walk, on switchback
road, this November.
it’s good timing
because it happened
when it did
rearranged
into a different life
a different day
ruin my head
my eyes, my frozen eyes
turn to face my past
back to darkness
dread and exhaustion.
work week looming.
fifty thousand words
that say less together than
one of these haiku
friendly violence
paves the way for begetting
friendly violence
mosquito fly home,
i’m sick of the west nile jokes
that you carry with.
Dear Diary,
Go to hell.
Love, Adam