Haiku 9:24:17

hours and hours and hours
sitting in parking lots waiting
suburbanites on bikes


Any Way

always had to yearn
my dreams away
can’t hold on to lovers spurned
another day
maybe I’ll see her
some other way
when I’m old and withered
staining sheets and buttocks splayed
as couch cushions drain me dry
and I lose another day
in lonely lobbies I’ll stay
maybe she’ll rapture me away

found it all at the last
too bad she’s in the past