#194

Dinosaur haiku:

It’s already gone wrong, right?

“Look out!  Meteor!”

#193 (and #6)

I am old, I feel.
Ev'ry winter increases
The ache in my bones.

I am old, I know.
Unwittingly living in
A world gone away.

I am old, I see.
With dimming eyes I can glimpse
The decay of age.


I am young I dream;
Of halcyon springtime days,
Flowers soon to bloom.

I wake to old age
And adapt to it each day
Slowly as a snail.

I am old, it’s fine.
I may groan, even bemoan
Yet I relax; cloud. 

For

I am old.  I am.
Time only marches forward,
Flows as a river:
We can’t renew like seasons,
But wait to float out to sea.

And

When I am lucid
It has its advantages.
I hover over,
Journey through my memory,
Cast experience shadows.

#192

A rotting apple

In a glass case, my mind dies

Slowly in my skull.

#191

Wake and whisper to

The night, "Come take my bad dream."

Baku always there.

#190

Tiger claws resting

On my shoulders, it's trunk sucks

Out every bad dream.

#189

Sad-looking Baku,

In the moonlight come and eat

From my darkest places.

#188

Baku, called to help,

Stayed to devour all hope

And goodness within.

#187

Dispatch to my love:

I miss even your smelly

Farts when we’re apart.

#186

Dispatch to my love:

As spring does summer become,

Be my first swallow.

#185

Dispatch to my love:

Meet me as the moon rises.

Stay until it sinks.

#184

Dispatch to my love:

As spring does summer become,

Migrate back to me.

#183

Dispatch to my love:

Meet me under the moon’s glow,

Beneath your window.

#182

Dead pig in the tree,

Half awake dreams too lucid,

Dripping blood too real.