Waiting for a release.
Haiku #139
Old school gentleman Suit and tie with pocket watch Dozen roses in hand
Up in Smoke
Burnt chocolate Is a great metaphor For my love life
Just Because Flowers
He seemed the type Of guy to buy a girl flowers Guess I’ll never know
His Perfection
Sleek lines Tailored to perfection Not a hair out-of-place T's are crossed I's are dotted My god, my hands itch To reach out And blur those lines Pull of the suit Drag my hands through his hair To leave my mark On his perfection -Kel Dayheart
No Show
Crying in a public restroom Still has more dignity
Faded Stains
I leave a trail Of lipstick-stained loves In my wake
Hey Doc
Doctor, dear Please prescribe
Solo Preferred
Anywhere but here With anyone but you
Prune Away the Deadweight
Occasionally, you'll meet People who only bring decay Rotting, hollowing you out Do not be afraid To prune and weed them away -Kel Dayheart
Fragment of a Figment 