Haiku

Inhuman Swill : Haiku : Page 2

Signs of spring

cigar aroma wafting in from the golf course signals that it's spring read

If we were zombies I promise you that I would love you for your brain read

Golfers in the rain with travel mugs of coffee, like this is their job. read

I come to you, love, like a zombie in your thrall, hungry for your brains. read

stubbed-out cigarette moldering wet in the sink on the Paris train read

Squirrels chasing each Other up and around trees Like on Benny Hill read

sleeping puppy feet pressed against my human toes twitch in doggish dreams read

Snowflakes ride updrafts in Brownian reels outside my twelfth-floor window. read