Haiku #44

Sheriff star is rusted There's tumbleweeds abound It's a ghost town

Blackout #54

Is this enough? No.

My dearest of loves Your looks are like the heavens Above, pure as snow

Reflection in the window, couldn't help thinking she looked like a painted china plate glued together after dropping it.

Knowledge and sharp wit With a silver coated tongue He sounds of honey

He's like red wine Dark, full-bodies potent blend I want to consume

Caged bird sings a tune Most sorrowful in its sound Staring at the sky

Quest for redemption To save myself from darkness Looking for delight

Be cautious, my dear In all of your endeavors Or else you will lose

My head in the clouds Wistful is my state of mind No roots anywhere