Haiku
by Tohm Bakelas

 

 

“eyes open slowly” 

 

blow smoke at the moon,  

hammer the sun in the sky,  

to live is to die  

 

 

 

 

“prayer for brokenhearted misanthropes” 

 

when you stare into  

the sun long enough you  

become invincible   

 

 

 

 

 

“broken shadow” 

 

lost wandering confused streets—  

the sun forgot to  

shine on me today  

 

 

 

 

 

“the haunting truth” 

 

when life is good, i think:  

i will die someday  

and i am afraid  

 

 

 

 

 

“happy birthday” 

 

with each passing year  

we grow ugly and bitter  

waiting for the end  

 

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