What a smell

There's a distinct smell

Of joy or a drunk party

It's simply precious

After That

Then we'll cut that tree down

Use the wood to make a boat

Take it out to sea and stay afloat

Allow the sounds of the mermaids 

To abound around us

Oh Can We

Let's carve our initials into a tree

At the local playground

Then the two year olds will understand 

What true love is really

Haiku 12/30

Moles are blind to what's 

In front of them, but can smell

Out their destiny 

Scampering up a 


Birch goes a tiny squirrel


Off to his date

Haiku 12/18

Every single cloud

Seems to resemble her face

Daydreams are nightmares

Walls

Inside there's  a wall too tall, that I've built

It encases all places of my heart

Forever holding the anger 

I've felt

And keeping those feeling there is an art