#1392 (#090)

…to charge dragons down…

…becoming bigger, tougher…

…to chase them all off…

#1391 (#089)

scales beneath my eyes

my own dragon aesthetic

i moisturise out 

#1390 (#088)

when we leave ourselves

at the door - unconfidence

zombification

#1389 (#087)

parallel scratches

they alarm you (and me) but

just the monitor

#1388 (#086)

social awkwardness 

that comes and goes don't know who

i will be today

#1387 (#085)

late blooming thoughts swirl,

keeping sleep in the doorway,

staring through the dark.

#1386 (#084)

in the swimming hall

social awkwardness sends me

to sit far away

#1385

the ferocity

lurches, twists, ripping, dripping

the anger bolts free

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From words on page 261 of Children of Anguish and Anarchy by Tomi Adeyemi (Henry Holt 2024).

#1384 (#083)

this proustian bread

takes me back to meals with the

whole congregation

#1383 (#082)

new anxiety

from tests drawn from my insides

just breathe in and wait

#42

i just went there once

Kennedy’s for fish and chips

shall I tonight then?

and rid me of that mem’ry

too for it was a shit day

#1382 (#081)

jet washing street signs

in the early march sunshine

bright run off glistening

#41

potatoes roasting

the fat bubbling, crisping,

making them crunchy

(and the smell as they get close

and the taste as they go in)

#1381 (#080)

stone tower built where

his soul departed this realm

kept for his return

#40

crescent moon and star

hang high above the houses

extra bright tonight

(actually it was Venus)

(should have used an app to check)

#1380 (#079)

held together with

sticking tape, glue and paper

a soul leaking out

#1379 (#078)

when they come for you

you must all go quietly

to stand any chance

#1378 (#077)

hist'ry repeating

genes hidden reveal themselves

a future written? 

#1377 (#076)

that monday morning fear

that this week they'll find me out

and i’ll get the sack

#1376 (#075)

to see the great wave

unexpectedly calms me

brings me a day's peace

#1375 (#074)

but to not choose life,

or to choose not to fight for...

no two minds alike.

#1374 (#073)

the news from out there

it's now all too much to bear 

one crack too many

#1373 (#072)

nature is preferred 

because we don't control it

we can just observe

#1372 (#071)

was such a weird sight

a goose surveying the flats

from a street lamp’s top

#1371 (#070)

those hills divide clouds

keep the bad weather away

god bless those north downs

#1370 (#069)

the line at rain's end

how we long to be over

it under blue skies

#1369 (#068)

trying to think new

thoughts trying to think themselves

in five-seven-five

#1368 (#067)

slithers of a life

written out in staccato

stutter breath heartbeats

#1367

deluded; but if

he could take her and find some

help there on the Styx…

#1366 (#066)

#1365 (#065)

think about that chip

that time you had only one

and it tasted so good

#1364 (#064)

hand operated

traffic lights on a cold day

and in streaming rain

#1363

desolate wasteland

around smoke columns from the

human furnaces

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Written for the Tricycle January 2024 Haiku Challenge using the Winter season word, furnace / heater.

#1362 (#063)

sunny when you're sick

when mostly recovered with

much stuff to do: rain

#1361

in the common room

his internal furnace burns

we employ the heat

---

Written for the Tricycle January 2024 Haiku Challenge using the Winter season word, furnace / heater.

#1360 (#062)

a wet world, blue sky

like a new day is dawning

after all the rain

#1359 (#061)

waiting for bad times

doomladen thought processes

instilled long ago

#1358 (#060)

broad shouldered, muscles, 

tiny ice cream cone in hand

something won’t connect