Haiku 10

I wept in response

Overwhelmed by the question

What do I do now?

Haiku 9

The irony is
I would be fucking you so
You can forget me

Haiku 6-8

I want to be your
Slave for an evening, no heart
Consideration

Jaw quivers and my
Eyes blur from speed, rain and I
howl; Begin Again!

Questions not answers
Reach for the skin, the 'bad' thought
Grit with solitude

Haiku 2-5

I was stunned to find

I was panting a canvas

That had disappeared

TVotR

Softly in the background

Vodka over ice

Red Bull smells sickly

Vapid voices far too close

My beer is empty

Like a suicide,

parcel everything out so

no one knows it all

Haiku 1

All I can think 'bout
Is who am I now that you
Have done this to me?